She burrowing a hole into his heart,
Drilling through various crusty layers of
anger, fear, guilt, insecurity and shame,
Diligently boring to reach the core,
the chamber of love
lying buried under uncouth layers.
The lovely well digger,
Soaked with sweating love,
Working to reach the sap of love,--
the nectar of springs.
A hopeful journeywoman
seeking an oasis in the desert,
To make him feel
that he has love at his core,
not hate and animosity.
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