Entangled

 

Entangled with a woman

A welcomed fact of life

Not a choice of his own

He trembles inside

 

A princess of her own making

Or through a bloodline

Every gift he will give her

Until he's run dry

 

A greater fortune awaits

The storybooks have implied

In this faded treasure map

He will have to confide

 

Once the first step is made

There is no place to hide

It is her own reaction

That draws his next stride

 

He wants to crumble

Oh he wants to cry

As he exposes the tender spots

Normally tucked inside

 

A misstep to the left

He slips and he slides

A misstep to the right

With a wall he collides

 

Through bumps and bruises

He will have to abide

They shave his rough spots

They humble his pride

 

This elusive target

He may always be denied

For it's not the destination

It is about the ride

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

As you express so clearly here, romance is a dangerous endeavor, fraught with dangers. What choice have we to go there, though? Very nice writing, Jay, and full of truth.