The Catch

She’ll never fall for the bait

She knows the game, plays it safe

I’d reel her in but she’s strong

She is the queen of her pond

Many have tried to take her home

You lose her once and she’s gone

She’s not impressed with the boats or the lures covered in gold

No object can compare to all the knowledge she holds

There is no desire in becoming a prize on any man’s mantle

Objectified beauty is a phrase she’ll always look down to

Especially when she knows she’s still a catch on her own

She’s still grateful for the men willing to face her in storms

She has seen beauty coaxed into the nets of handsome men

Only to be discovered filleted, never to swim again

So if she does decide to give herself some time with me

I can honestly say, I’d simply catch and release

Join her at the deepest depths

Watch her swim a thousand leagues

Admire her for everything she is

The strongest creature I’ve ever seen