From Inside My Conceited Brain

 From Inside My Conceited Brain

Fiercely compassionate,
compassionately fierce,
a flaming smoke and
a smoking flame,
beware, beware,
when a Man is present
she can be both,
a flame that sears and the smoke that smothers.

Beware when you tread the same ground,
remember to concede a grain of doubt,
or may be a slight disbelief,
but let there always be a line
between what you feel and what you reveal.

She has that uncanny gift to see way ahead
from the vantage point where she stands
and where you have not yet begun to tread.
A loom, a harp, and if she gives you a lead as to how you play,
and it won't be a choice between a loom and a harp;
you have to be a master of both;
You will have to weave her in inside the game
and keep the strings of the harp in tune
with the strings of her heart as well .