Love in a person

I hear your voice
and the storms become still.
What kind of woman commands
turmoil and struggle,
not to cease, but to
temper justice with mercy.
Quite and tranquil soft hands do wish to levitate
my senses when you call me pookie.
what kind of patience is this?
To wait for a man
who must come and go at will
is an art that takes years to master.

Younglan Talyoung