I was..She was..Until She realized..Until I found..
I was her poet, her harbor, her hero, her secret lover, her distant dominant.Her knight in shining armor.She craved my voice,my body,my compliments,my innocence,my eccentrics,my gestures.She could walk to my side,weathering the storm, rain and the tide.Over the water and fire she could go to get and wear me as a ring around her finger and as a shawl around her neck in cold weather.
She was my heavenly gift,my Christmas gift box,my pet,my bed night pillow,my faraway fantasy,my sweet home,my chain and ball,,my pillory .I craved her smile, her beauty, the glory of her eyes,the rolling terrain of her body when touched exploded juicy like a ripe watermelon.From the beginning my heart jumped out of its seat,knowing she could be mine and I hers until our bodies fell of the face of the earth and burned beneath the summer grass.
But then she realised, beyond the compelling pulse of my entrancing words,I was just a tired,penniless,loser,dork, middle-aged man with a wrinkle face and gray hair,grown most uncommonly thin.
And I found she was just like others: silly, gold digger, knee-jerk reaction and good at handing out smiles while heart within is in demise.