The Lady with the Promising dash

By the balcony of the well-manicured house, with flower-lined pouches, sit my lady with the promising dash. She is at the homes-end waiting for her lover to return. As far as the eye can see, she is lost in thought.

By the contours of the valley, covered in fresh carpet of green, with rows of ivory coloured garden bench, stand her hope. She is watching, waiting, wanting for him to return. He seems not to have an idea.

My lady with the promising dash has hope unfulfilled. A longing hanging somewhere in the cloud. That desperate want to see the romantic eye walk through the door but he has not returned.

She is the woman who has become used to the usual
She find strength to dress but knows he would never show up for their anniversaries. If he returned, she was a burden. She’s afraid he has forgotten about their special day today. He might not believe every day is valentine. But even the clearly written days, he ignores. She’s afraid, he would return without a smile

She’s forgotten the colour of love, can’t remember the scent of flowers.
The bouquets appear to be hiding. The roses seems to be caught back
Now all she receives are days of inadequacies, more wants and lost attention

It sounds cliché,
But she still craves for fresh flowers,
She’s old but still thirst for wine,
Too childish, but she longs for truffles, and chocolate
She wants to be dazzled with the simplest of ideas.

The little truth about the lady with a promising dash, any little counts, a card, a kiss; anything without a reason, everything counts. She feels like a property, a waste, a burden. She sought for strength to alter, " I love you still, but all she could say at this moment is, "I am the lady with the promising dash"

This article is for men who have lost touch with their women. Marriage is sweet. Relationships are superb. As beautiful as they are, like flowers, they dry out so fast, if not watered. The days of wooing, and times, she looked like it, should never be over. Make your woman glad and you found the well of happiness around the home. By her depth, flowers blossom, leaves go green. You want to know what matters sometimes: saying you are wrong, even when you are certain, you aren't. Listening, when the last word that you'd like to say is "Shut up". Doing the little things that count: A walk in the garden, light peck, here and there. Holding her publicly. Making her awesome special. Tucking roses in her ear. Telling her, she is awesome. Minute things of life that appears not to count. Don't let the lady with the promising dash die with hope.

To all the ladies out there:
Receiving begins with giving. Don't sit by the balcony of expectations, step out to reach out for him

Shalom
Oluwamitomisin