A real man never hurts a woman. God counts her tears. The woman came out of mans rib, not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved
No one warns little girls how boys with such pretty eyes who smell like smoke, who taste like rain, who talk like silver re reasons behind tear soaked pillows, half finished poems and so many sad dreams.
This is so me. I feel fortunate that I can see a person's soul, but so sad that sometimes the other cannot see it for themselves. How my heart aches. Thank god I found the one man who exceeds his highest potential every day!