At least I think I do.
How much you love her
And she worships you.
I watch you together.
As you work the crowd.
Her aloof and foreboding
You warm, friendly, and loud.
So deftly she circles
Her motives unclear.
With cunning and charm
She gathers me near.
For reasons unknown
Except to her dark mind.
I am her target
A toy, a puppet, a find.
She gets what she wants
Is so often her claim.
To capture my soul
Is her stated aim.
And then like a ghost
She vanishes from sight.
Leaving me alone
To wallow in my plight.
She laughs in victory.
Her glee she can’t hide.
At my broken spirits
My passions denied.
She is right of course
I have lost my chance.
To fill the dark void
For my spirit to dance.
But her reasons are wrong
I have weathered her blows.
My heart still burns hot.
My love only grows.
She thought it was her
but really it’s you.
I know a secret
Now you do too.