Love: Part 12 Of 14 Poem by Natasha Andeyi

You throw yourself at me,
Like a child in her mother's arms,
Because safe is the feeling they have,
And by my side your greatest want.

You break down those walls,
Often build by their ever changing hearts,
But somehow with me, there's no need for their standing,
And believe me, I'm aware of the privilege of this doing.

Our conversations often deep,
You'd think the red table talk is our only meet,
Save for its hype on the social screens.
It's how we grow as a team,
Because by the end of our time, worthwhile is what our Love should be about.