Magdalene’s Lover
Magdalene’s Lover Did he love his woman well?
Mary Magdalene weeping at the sinners well, Was she a woman or the archetype
of a heathen’s love spell?
Tender is the heart of a woman, Soft to the touch is her skin like
satin, Cinnamon and Sugar Sensations, Tangerines and Summer hazes Hearts
Beating Like waves of summer rain against a tin roof
“Would you lie to me?” She asks you, with love in her eyes As she lies
next to you in your bed and the rain pours ceaselessly,
And you look to her, Her eyes so sweet you could get high off the
sensation, the aroma of her perfume lingers like a sweet starry haven
And you tell her “Never would I lie to you, my love.”
Will men ever know the height and depth of a woman’s love
To love a man is a fragile, volatile thing,
Filled with all the fire of mars, and the current of the waters
rapids.
When real love comes knocking with her chalice of wine, Would you turn her
away
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