Surrender

She told him softly, a soft, caressing breeze,
What she wanted, what she fervently desired.
But he burned bright, a steady bonfire,
He tried to come up with smoky reasons
That, he hoped, would cover her wants in a haze.

She threw shrewish tantrums, a forceful, hurtful gale,
She accused him of hurting her, of not caring.
He wasn't ready to put out his ambitions, furiously burning.
She always wanted something, he retorted hotly.
He stood firm like the typical upper-handed male.

And then, her lips quivered; she shed tears, the endless, relentless rain,
Beating down upon him, the poor man who was previously so fiery.
He looked at her, his eyes softening; he was no longer wary.
He embraced her with both arms, accepting her needs as his own,
Male pride strongly put out by the tears of a beautiful woman so vain.