Noor

Love blinds women, they say
He’s not all bad, 
He’ll come around, I know he will 
Someday too soon, when I’ve given him my mind, body and soul 
Love changes everything
His rage: an expression of masculinity 
The workings of his lineage 
Anger is instinctive, isn’t it? 
Titular perhaps 
Perhaps it will wash away,
Like the ocean does to a cliffed coast 

Perhaps there is another horizon 
Patience is a virtue that will sail us through 
To prairies and vineyards 

Perhaps.