The strongest feelings in life erupted when she appeared,
showing me all I wanted and hinting at what I feared.
Her mysterious charm and power changed my goals for good,
target of all my attention I would have her if I could.
My youth came into focus its energy directed at her,
fantasy unattainable then but reality as it were.
Enslaved by longings and urges impossible to requite,
dreams of her beauty and softness lengthened the lonely nights.
First taste of love was heady and addictive forever more,
chase and conquest accomplished opening the forbidden door.
This leaven and seasoning of life enriched the years of love,
the closeness of a woman is given by God above.
But ecstasy's old counterpart is a crushed and broken heart,
savaging the soul of lovers when we are forced to part.
Life's troubles pale in comparison to romance's grievous end,
seemingly endless agony no matter how long we spend.
The heart will harden eventually after love's revolving door,
learning through pain and experience she is a woman, nothing more.
by Robert Quinn
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