Hero Lover
Hero Lover
Broken for a time it seems she takes a long hard look.
Looking for loves answers in the covers of a book.
She finds the one she must have read one hundred times before.
This time it holds the secrets when she reads it just once more.
Tenderly she reaches up and takes it from its shelf.
Candle light alone at night is how she mends herself.
She reads about the hero who then becomes a lover.
She won’t put it down until she reaches the back cover.
Softly she will close it then as the hurt wells up inside.
Turning loose the cleansing tears she can no longer hide.
Dreams and expectations somehow have turned to pain.
She’ll be okay tomorrow but for now tears fall like rain.
The beauty in her brokenness is something she can’t see.
Tortured by the things that are that aren’t what they should be.
She wants a love like in that book and the message that it’s sending.
She wants a lover just like that whose love is never ending.
She’ll wake up in the morning with that same hurt still inside her.
With one hand on that book that’s still laying right beside her.
She knows that she will cry again but to her it’s a reminder.
That somewhere there’s a hero and he’s trying hard to find her
Edwin C Hofert
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