Stolen By My Lover

With one glance of my eyes, I have stolen my lover's heart,
and like the master planner he is, he has orchestrated my plans so that we are alone.

I know that all he ever does for me is out of love
and yet, I feel the tears coming yet again at what he has orchestrated.

A simple day out for what I had planned as fun
turned into a series of disasters that left me fighting to pursue his loving thoughts about me.

Though hard to miss clothed in blood red fabric
I am invisible to those around me except for men whose eyes I want to look away.

Loneliness and hunger grow, and yet,
Choice after choice lead me to greater despair.

I feel so foolish crying over what shouldn't be a big deal.
My "drama" in truth is trivial in the grand scheme of things.

Nevermind what the mind knows as truth.
It is the heart that leads now and pulls back unwilling to my lover's draw.

Why does this foolishness hurt?
Why can't I let go of what is insane trivialness?

I am sorry lover that I am a poor object of your affection now.
Yet here I sit waiting to have your banner spread over me.

I can't hold back the tears though I feel I should.
It is painful to mature and learn that you are my joy.

Even still, woo me. Let our intimacy be passionate.
Penetrate deep within until there can be nothing but your joy pouring forth.

I am sorry lover. I am sorry that I fail you and reject you even now.
Come have your garden, your sister, your bride and be intoxicated.

Let us become one anew,
and in our intertwining and restlessness, bring new life.

Blow on my garden
that its fragrance may be spread abroad.