Desired Love 1of2 Poem by wallace eaton

She thought that love should be soft as a summer breeze, evergreen trees and scattered leaves, sometimes visually imagining that his touch would comfort her, shield and protected from all harm, but she was wrong. The trust after years of abuse had vanished, no long was he that rock that carried the weight of a well constructed family, but a coward of physical pain, somehow she felt she was the blame, if she was more patient in life would things had been the same, where ever there is sunshine there is rain. She reflects back on her child hood when love was like a precious jewel, shined to perfection, as if nothing in life matter, chemically balanced like a scientific latter, like a mirror it all shattered, so mentally she meditate while each thought she gather. Helplessly, she gave her all, somehow hoping that his heart would unfold into the understanding that she is all he needs to get by, but time traveled like untied dust floating in the wind, broken bones in a chin, finally realizing that he's no longer a friend but, a enemy to the end. Memories escape, deep thoughts forced out by each painful tear dropp acting like a imagine cast across a raging sea, she could remember when it was her and he, as if she was a lock door and he was her key, but he never could see, that beautiful woman that blossom from the root of a well kept tree.