Ethereal Love

My Love...

Every day of my life

I have felt you

and yet you are not here;

just a revolving door of imposters.

You know…

I have been loved for my looks,

a pretty accessory;

but it didn’t last,

there is always one prettier

I have been loved for my body,

when it was sleek and finely tuned;

but it didn’t last,

there is always one sleeker

I have been loved for my house by the bay,

beautifully renovated at my hand;

but it didn’t last,

once sold, they moved on

I have been loved for my position,

considered by others of importance;

but it didn’t last,

there is always one more important

I have been loved for my sense of humour,

the ability to drag another from darkness;

but it didn’t last,

there is always one lighter

I have been loved for my mind,

my determination to help another succeed;

but it didn’t last,

once successful, they departed

And I too have been guilty

of being entranced by looks, power and status;

but it was never going to last,

because they were not you

Oh my love...

How I ache to see you,

touch you,

make love with you;

please come home…

... the side door is open

(c) Dianne Traynor  7 August 2012