
Eliza
Layers

I was an onion to him full of layers
he peeled ever so slowly-
Some layers were harder than
others to peel
but he was determined Determined to get to know
not just every inch of my body but to learn my soul
And one day he was able to finally peel off
the toughest and roughest layer
The layer that told her,
love was a facade,
Love was something not meant for her
But with his careful and determined hands-
He chipped away at it slowly
until finally it fell away
and she fell in love