love they say

Love, they say  When I was fifty-two, I fell in love and that was hard; I lost my sanity for the sake of love I had been married twice before I met my  undoing, learned the rope of living a pretense of love when the only thing of interest was sex I was never a family man, leaving me, the women did me a favor at a morning café, I saw her sitting at a side table she had an aura of mysterious sexism about her I had to have this woman We had been together for almost a year, I had found the woman of my life and proposed marriage she turned me down and wanted to be free and she didn't care for my clinging ways of behaving She had other lovers as her libido was strong  Our relationship ended there as I realized I had met a person like myself and one ego-centric lover  was enough, yet when I think of her, she warms  my lonely heart thinking of the great sex we had