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 © Bob Quinn | Year Posted 2012
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