A brief interlude

Good and ill, both have had their turns,

I wish I could understand for what she yet yearns,

Gaze into her eyes and you shall know,

She is strong and intoxicating as the finest wine from Bordeaux.

Rich is her soul, complex is her mood,

Rises and falls, a brief interlude,

A single kiss from her is an enchantment,

Her touch, decadent.

Yet, A facade behind which all the pain she hides,

Nary a soul, in whose ears she ever confides,

Strength that defies steel,

She walks tall in those heels.

A hug and a kiss are all I can offer,

In this materialistic world, alas I'm a pauper,

To see her happy and make her smile,

I shall accept any Herculean trial.