ANTHOLITE

Of course you're attracted to HER.

HER exterior exhibits every quality you find desirable in a female.

A Greek goddess in white marble, a statue of stone.

To you SHE seems cold and unfeeling.

Each of your attempts at conversation, SHE politely parries like the thrust of a sword.

-HARDENED-

My Shame shouts, "Don't blame HER".

The flower of HER heart fell years ago.

Covered by the debris of my sin, layer on layer was deposited.

Eons of abuse piled on in such a short time, the strata and pressure increased until the soft petals changed.

Fear of HER everyday life covered HER heart under stoney surfaces.

-PETRIFIED-

My Guilt begs, "Give her another chance".

Gently excavate HER tender emotions, open doors, pull out chairs.

Ask for permission to even compliment.

Any liberty will be seen as forward.

Practiced robotic motions are hard coverings that protect the ANTHOLITE, the fossilized flower of HER heart.

Recognize the delicate pattern on each petal.

Each was engraved by God.

Patience will see HER bloom again.

-FOSSILIZED-

My Remorse pleads, " Uncover the flower".

For fear of further damage, let her set the pace.

Like an artist painting, gently brush away each layer of dust.

Fluorescent details await discovery.

SHE has hidden the real HER for so long, even SHE will be surprised by the allure.

Give HER time to recognize how you feel.

SHE has to relearn how to feel HERSELF.

The world I twisted around her choked the bloom and covered it.

Enrich the world, uncover the flower.

Even in it's present state, it's timeless, priceless.

Imagine what it will be when nurtured.

-RADIANT-

My soul cries, "It's my fault".