HARK, MY SON

One day when u find a girl my son
Hold her hands, sit cross her
Look her straight into the eyes ,
Decipher her flaws
Till they overflow
Either with love or sorrow
You heard it right, my son
Make her cry rise the tide
Without any words or moon
Patronize not just the beauty and making of her eyes
Those almond shape are the bearers
Of her entire being
Clasp her hand ,build her faith
Let her sink in, and outpour .
Give her your ears
The ears of body and heart
Speak will she therein the words
The words that never left her heart
Her gaping wounds might seal
Her agony might heal
My son this is the way to find a girl within.
When she talks with her eyes.
She has spoken the most