My
Love...
Every day
of my life
I have
felt you
and yet
you are not here;
just a
revolving door of imposters.
You know…
I have
been loved for my looks,
a pretty
accessory;
but it
didn’t last,
there is
always one prettier
I have
been loved for my body,
when it
was sleek and finely tuned;
but it
didn’t last,
there is
always one sleeker
I have
been loved for my house by the bay,
beautifully
renovated at my hand;
but it
didn’t last,
once
sold, they moved on
I have
been loved for my position,
considered
by others of importance;
but it
didn’t last,
there is
always one more important
I have
been loved for my sense of humour,
the
ability to drag another from darkness;
but it
didn’t last,
there is
always one lighter
I have
been loved for my mind,
my
determination to help another succeed;
but it
didn’t last,
once
successful, they departed
And I too
have been guilty
of being
entranced by looks, power and status;
but it
was never going to last,
because
they were not you
Oh my
love...
How I
ache to see you,
touch you,
make love
with you;
please
come home…
... the side door is open
(c) Dianne Traynor 7 August 2012