Unconditionally real

Would it matter if she ever knew?
Or even if words spoken sounded so true?
Would she see the reasoning trying to get through?
Eyes speaking of completions lonely view.
Silence for phrases written to unwind.
Here is a mans relentless battle cry.
Is it unconditionally til the very end?
Hiding selfs joy in suttle wines that bend.
Would it matter to drain a conversation?
Constantly saying her refusing irritation.
A man needs as well as a woman breaths.
And there's no room negotiation on his knees.
Is there any way for her to know two is one?
When pieces are void n on the run.
Finding empty patience deep within.
Slowly left feeling utterly numb.
Is it in her to give as she receives?
Or is it she's been abused to much to see?
A real man before her waiting for his.
Returning to the images in his dreams.
Matters of the hearts desires are most definately met.
Yet tension builds as emotion are spent.
Will she notice if he never tells a soul?
Or if he asks will she repent n lose control?
Mentions of inner self has been told.
N actions tell him the movement is cold.
Never to be as she repeats.
Someday I will, as motions stall so bold.
Will she ever realize what it means?
To take hands married within rings.
Making sure he gets his as she does hers.
Or is a lifetime in her mind define her own creed.
Is it a matter of true love not giving in?
Or is it better off for where she's been.
For his past molded him as well.
Maybe that's another story to tell.

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