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A Woman Nothing More

A Woman Nothing More


The strongest feelings in life 
erupted when she appeared,
showing me all I wanted 
and hinting at what’s to be feared.

Her mysterious charm and power 
changed my goals for good,
target of all my attention; 
I would have her if I could.

My youth came into focus 
its energy directed at her,
fantasy unattainable then, 
but reality as it were.

Enslaved by longings and urges
 impossible to requite,
dreams of her beauty and softness
 lengthened the lonely nights.

First taste of love was heady 
and addictive forevermore,
chase and conquest accomplished 
opening the forbidden door.

This leaven and seasoning of life 
enriched the years of love,
the closeness of a woman
 is given by God above.

But ecstasy’s old counterpoint 
is a crushed and broken heart,
savaging the soul of lovers 
when we are forced to part.

Life’s troubles pale in comparison 
to romances’ grievous end,
seemingly endless agony 
no matter how long we spend.

The heart will harden eventually
 after love’s revolving door,
learning through pain and experience;
she is a woman, nothing more.

 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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