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Unbiased Reviews by Real People
She's a mirage--a collage--a massage for my soulFeb 11, 2005 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line If love is never taken out of the wrapper, it can stand forever.
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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