Of A Fair Maiden and Rakes.

Perhaps this is love.
That has
always eluded her.
Crazy
And obsessive
at best.

The cynic's now smitten.
The love bug has bitten.
"Go away,
I don't desire you,
Not now.
Lest you turn my already dysfunctional life,
all awry.
And mess up the little that makes sense.

Do you like me 
even a trifle?
Its hard to tell.
Its all I can do
to keep reeling under a spell.

One of my own doing
Where I create romanticism
out of mere kinship and concern.
In that case,
I'd much rather be spurned."

Unrequited is much harder
than the other varieties.
A masochist's delight,
I feel quite pathetic
as I nestle in bed
and try to sleep at night.

Heartbreak and the unknown
for a lethal combination make.
Why does she only have creeps
and emotionally unwholesome men
who gleefully hope to transcend
her boundaries that are self-imposed?

The good ones are left clueless
"What is it that we could differently do!?" 
Somehow only the persistent get through.

Men are creatures of little patience.
And can barely wait.
They'd much rather start off
with a pure maiden
and a clean slate.

Sadly time is her enemy
all she can do is wait.

And fervently pray that the next one isn't entirely a rake.

A Fairytale!

You're not here
I'm doing okay.
Lovely lies.
Do you know?
Do you care?

Don't hurry,
Stay awhile.
Take my hand
As I smile.

You and I,
Are one.
Made of similar fine lint.

You and I
get starry eyed,
over freshly brewed coffee,
and the slithering river's glint.

Come along,
Walk with me.
Along the starry shores,
Darkness our umbrella
Together we're rarely bored.

You and I,
Of toffee coloured skin
And old worldly charm.
Soothe my soul
A tingling
then calming balm

You and I
casting reality asunder,
you and I
Friend and lover.

Reader of my tales,
Comforter of them nasty wails.
Realize that a girl's sometimes painfully frail
Know this and refuse to bail.

Baby,
You and me
Speak of delightful company!

Broken.

Overlooked.
And Despised.
The lonely girl.
With them shapely eyes.

Misunderstood.
Desired everything.
Everything good.

Under-rated.
Overseen.
Oh! How cruel life has been.

You and I
were great once
Too bad now.
You have
You have
lost your chance.


I often lie in a daze
Since when did life morphe into such a complicated maze?
Hopes and dreams that were at once razed. 

Stupid memories in my head.
Teary bed-sheets,
Expecations staid.

Little lady
No longer.
'Miss Asks-for-just-too-Much.'

Come along.
In The sunny haze
Let's cast a spell.
'Miss pretty face.'

Promises long gone old.
Oldest girl-friend.
Now Newest foe.


Paint a picture.
That's come undone.
No white picket fence
or amour that's well-worn.

Strawberry kisses

Or knowing smiles
Taffeta gowns
Or church aisles.

Ambling Across Reality Street - Alone.

A lonely drive-way,
The solitary cobbled street
She fantasises about the man she'd like to meet.

Tall, an infectious smile,
eyes with a mischievous glint.
Well-educated and informed
Nothing about him could be uniform.

An Old-fashioned, chivalrous gentle-man
Still a rebel who refuses to conform
Humorous and great company
Well-nourished over endless cups of coffee.

Industrious. Appreciated by young maidens and their mothers.
Charming yet worldly-wise
Dismissive about his achievements.
Self-effacing to a fault.
Mister Modesty.
A trifle damaged, a hippie traveller and closet idealist.  

Respectful of women
A strong fighter.

Men like these should be easier to come by 
A proto-type to be well-lauded
Even Applauded.

A despondent mother persists
"Baby, perfect doesn't exist."
The girl smiles a while.

In her naive  head he does.
Reality could be a while.
"until then I'd rather be alone
and explore distant lands 
that remain unseen.
Perhaps chance upon 
Beautifully exotic, unknown people
While God Almighty in his infinite wisdom decides what should be.