TELL HER

                                   She plays with words like they are lollies,
                                  Sweetly and bouncily rolling in her mouth.
                             Tell her! Say her words are melodies to your ears
                                            but no comfort to your heart,
                                             Tell her that love found you
                                         and with burning eyes it fired you,
                               Then joyful and secure it slowly started to mature,
                                          without again turning its face away,
                               It might navigate outside the well-ordered world
                                                        into a bit of chaos,
                                Hitting the rocks and crashing into boulders
                                   ripping the sail and roll over and over,
                                 But It will survive the nature of its own storm
                                                     And find its way home.

                                    
                                   --Bernadete van der Wielen