A rugged exterior often houses a delicate soul…

A sentiment…Completely original but not so much unique…

All the more special…

She would like you to learn her…

But on her time…

Nothing forced.. Or even coerced..

She’s fragile so her exterior is all the more rugged… All the more impenetrable..

The more you push the more impregnable her defenses will become..

She shutters at the thought of your impatience..

Your questions are futile… Because that’s not how love works…

That’s not how hearts tick…

The wings of a butterfly are often unheard…

And souls aren’t put together by words… They are torn apart by words and put back together through love…

Time.. Patience … And endurance…

Persistence allows you to know…

She will show…in due time…

As the cocoon burst… Slowly a uniqueness is born…

A blossomed experience you can call your own…

And as the butterfly winks… Love will be shown..