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Virus of WOMEN

Written by: Michael Miles

Like the wind that comes across the face without a sound she there…Like the smell of honeysuckles in the spring time she everywhere…

Like the subtle touch of a mothers’ child with care….Like the teachings of how to hold her napkin at the table in order to prepare…

Like the way she can make you feel as a man when all is fair…Like the pain she can inflict if she thinks you don’t care…

Like the way her smile radiates warmth from the sun when there is nothing but despair…Even during the time when she is at her lowest herself and she just can’t bare…

We as men can create this spark of genuineness in her with our words or actions of insensitiveness that will create that virus of non-repair…This seed enters the brain and heart so fast we can’t even fathom it or see it appear.

Away she walks in the thought that he will not pick up on it just leaving him perplexed and confused with the Deer-in-the head-light stare…Moments, hours, days or even months will go by and the virus will spread attaching itself to any and everything that comes from him including air…

Then, like a light switch that flashes on and then off quickly in the night, you’re done in a moments notice before that single tear…He has just been infected but don’t even know how much is there.

Everything that he has thought is …NOT!
Everything that he has done is… NO!
Every place that he has gone is… HOW!
Everything that he has said is… WHAT!

Lobotomy at its finest she has done to him. He has become so emotionless, lifeless and has lost the will to interact, attach and verbalize…

The virus of a Woman is their Gods given talent to ….Survive.