She's a mirage--a collage--a massage for my soulFeb 11, 2005 Write an essay on this topic.
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So tall, so handsome, my mom used to say
and as I got older I found it was true
But keep your modesty, she'd always say
And treat people like you'd want them to treat you
So I did, gentleman, always opening doors
always offering to do the less glorified chores
always submitting to my lady's requests
always raking the sand that covered her shores
Then my heart broke.
And I turned 30.
I won't be hurt again, I said to myself
I won't love again, so there's nothing to lose
I'll be coarse, brash, wear my intrepidity
Like a spear, the weapon I use to confuse
The next ladies I meet will fall head over heels
My confidence soars high and quickly reveals
That I feel no obligation to pay my love bills
That I'll offer no trade for the hearts that I steal
This joy, so easy, so fun, so simple and sexy
School, work, gym, dates, playing the field
And they chase me, they want me, offer it all
To the man who, for once, doesn't see their appeal
But then I saw her smile.
And soon I'll turn 33.
Surfing that e-world full of anonymity
I found her picture staring right through me
My leg stopped jiggling, my mouth opened slightly
My heart tried to flee but was seized instantly
Just a picture, no more, and she's out of my league
Of course I won't pursue her, it wouldn't make sense
Those good looks? They could hurt when their gone
She's probably self-centered, greedy, without substance
She's probably not even real, no surprise
All the netizens putting on airs in disguise
She's probably a man with a receding hairline
Play games with the naive, looking for a rise
But then I talked to her.
And I'm still not 33 yet.
As real as they come, genuine, even deep
The smile of ten suns shining on snowy cliffs
She's sharp, super-smart, artistic and classy
And those are only a few of her natural gifts
She gets sad, all too often, she feels our pain
It's the curse of the beast, targeting her now
Her heart holds the world and won't let it get hurt
but it does anyway, and so her heart breaks a vow
And the curse hurts her more than the pain of the pain
And it hurts her to hurt, again and again
And she so loves the world that she'd rather feel that
Than to have any other feel the sting of this rain
And while the men flirt, all hoping for a chance
All hoping for a dance, maybe even a romance
She smiles and she's lovely, but deep in her soul
The pain is what destroys their every advance
And the man that she has is one that she loves
And he loves her back, though not maybe enough
Four years has brought comfort and familiarity
And that time has shown hints of an ensuing slough
But she's faithful, and for that, she'll never be mine
And it's joy that I feel, since she won't hurt me
Because I will not have her, not her, not for me
I won't let her have me, she deserves a marquis
She deserves a professional, with money and status
A knight with a speed and physique of Achilles
A man who is talented, with unlimited charm
And a mighty love for her that will always appease
Now I'm guilty.
I've found real love.
I'm very guilty.
Do I deserve this? Such a perfect new world?
That I can love her fully, without being disturbed?
She can stay with her man, be faithful, unmoved
While my heart launches just seeing her simple typed word
Is it fair for us both? Seems simple enough now
As I continue to ignore the advice of my mother
That we lust for conversations that come from our souls
And our thirst is quenched only by one another
I'll never hope for anything too demanding from her
Never need anything more than a dialogue eternal
She's safe, so safe, for I won't ask for her heart
We'll stay here forever, our words healing and vernal.
Mother is right.
But I am the beast.
I am the only one that can contain him.
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