To Love Her

To love her, is to let her dance in the dirt

And breathe the sweet air, as her hair

Falls over her shoulders- and hold her, metaphorically

Fold her wings like paper planes to aid her fly-

Not in half to leave her die

As would a butterfly should you steal its beauty.

To love her, is to let her soak in the sunlight

And watch her skin turn golden, and holding

Her hand- not to demand she stays, rhetorically

In your ways, you ask to lift her and let her rise-

Not hold her back for rash demise

As would a shy child should you reproach her unduly.

To love her, is to watch her wish with her eyes closed

And dip her toes in the water, a daughter-

She is loved- and above, her father, historically

Taught her she is enough and you-

You cannot control her views

As would an owner own her, cruelly.

To love her, you have kissed her

Heart and not her lips.

To love her, you have grazed her

Mind and not her hips.

To love her you have simply loved

And for that she loves you incredibly.