She Treads Softly

Had I the heav­ens’ embroi­dered cloths,
Enwrought with gold­en and sil­ver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread soft­ly because you tread on my dreams.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, William Butler Yeats

She knows how much I’ve fall­en for her.

And by giv­ing her my heart in such a way, she’s shar­ing the bur­den. The last thing she wants to do is hurt me, and she thinks her­self self­ish for want­i­ng to be held just so. But I know what I’m get­ting into. I know the risks.

So I told her not to hold any­thing back, because there’s noth­ing she can do, no bound­aries we can define, to make me love her any less.

There’s no point in deny­ing our­selves the joy of what we have now. To be lying next to each oth­er when we talk into the ear­ly hours of the day, bod­ies pressed against one anoth­er while the morn­ing light wash­es over us, is worth any chance at being hurt. We can deal with the inevitable lat­er.

So she treads soft­ly, on me and my heart.

And rests her head on my chest when I hold her.


  1. I’m real­ly glad to hear you have found such hap­pi­ness. :)

  2. I’m so hap­py to read you’ve found some­one who adores the intri­cate per­son you are Jeff. There’s such a pal­pa­ble sense of joy in your words. I’m look­ing for­ward to watch­ing (read­ing about) this rela­tion­ship evolve through the sort of ded­i­ca­tion and effec­tion you’re capa­ble of.

    There’s no doubt that she must be incred­i­bly spe­cial if you’ve cho­sen to car­ry her in your heart and include her in your life.

    all the best,


  3. You make me want to believe in romance.

  4. You don’t believe in romance? I find romance is some­thing that dri­ves me; I can’t imag­ine my life with­out such an idea.

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