Feb. 03 - These Are The Things Women Know About Love

That it can come up gently behind
and wrap its arms around you.
Love can surprise and delight,
it can press you up against
a wall in a passionate kiss.
Women also know love can
cause you to weep, its tender
longing nearly impossible to bear.
It can cut open your vulnerable soul
leaving a raw and throbbing pain
at the base of your throat.
Women know love can make you
blush and smile a fool's grin, it can
make you whisper sweet honey
filled words under a summer moon.
But most importantly, what
women know about love is that
it should be nurtured and fed,
allowed to ripen into the soft
bodied fruit that only grows from
the seed of commitment.
It is comfort when passion is
sleeping, it is quiet company
at the end of the day.
Love holds your hand
when you are ill, forgives you
when you forget to stop for milk.
Love touches you softly on your
cheek when you need consoling.
Women know love, true love
never leaves your side.
It grows and changes from
the raging river of desire to
a deep calm you can swim in.

Feb. 02 - Find Your Way in A City

Feb. 01 - Write About A Kiss

artschoollovers by darcyadelaide

The first tender kiss a girl
receives from a boy is
the one she carries with her
the rest of her life,
tucked into a special pocket
of her heart and imprinted with
the last of her childhood innocence.
She remembers the fluttering
inside her body, the rise of
foreign passions,
the look in his eyes before
he bends forward to bring
his lips to hers.
When their lips touch
she feels a pain in her heart
that tells her
she will never be the same.
She closes her eyes and walks
through the doorway of desire,
taking her first step toward womanhood.

Jan. 31 - "The first time I wore ____"

The Meaning of Flowers And The Color of Love

The first time, I wore white, the color of pureness and innocence expected of a new bride. I wore my future mother-in-law's old fashioned dress, though it was too large for my small busted form. No matter how much I stuffed and pinned, I could never fit that dress. The dress was someone else's expectations of me and that will always lead to disappointment.

The second time I searched my closet for the one dress I felt pretty wearing, a simple knee length sun dress that was of no one else's choosing and fit me perfectly. With premonition, as if my soul already feared he would someday leave me to mourn the loss of his love, I wore the color of death and funerals. I wasn't superstitious and I was in love.

I will pay attention to color and fit the third time. I will wear a dress the color of faith and trust. I will carry a bouquet of peonies symbolizing a joyful marriage, violets for faithfulness, and lily of the valley for the return of happiness. I will be superstitious and look for meaning in everything.