The Rocking Chair
This was written some time ago, when the hero's hair was still it's warm, honey brown and the lady's auburn strands fell to her waist. Sadly, I’ve found this being relevant again. It is one of my favourites, for the image it conjures in my mind. The strong hero supporting his wounded and somewhat broken lover with the strength of his love and caring. Love isn’t always about the act of love making, all kisses and cuddles. Often, it’s about supporting one another, listening, sharing, putting all the little pieces of someone’s soul back together again when they’ve been shattered and just holding them while they cry. For anyone who’s ever wondered about ‘the shoulders’, this explains some of it. Sometimes, when the world gets to be too much, we just need someone strong enough to hold us and keep us from falling apart. Not a hero, necessarily. Just someone to love us enough to hold us and let us cry. Suggested songs: Break on Me – Keith Urban Lady Love - Michael Nesmith SC/sc