A love that could never be!

As curious as she may seem,
She still bless’s my dream.
On she clings real tight,
Making me feel just right.

Always and forever I look to her eyes,
Never to find my ever sobering demise.
All I can ever see is what wants me,
If only her old man would set her free!

She sets the pace for my lustful foot race,
On going and going I hurtle disgrace.
Weaving and dodging the blow’s,
From her life’s high’s and low’s.
I walk on egg shells,
Cause of her old man, nothing he knows!

I could never trade friendship for passion,
I will take what ever part in her life can be,
Even if its parts and pieces,
Just like a ration handed to me.
It does not matter you see,
She will always be important to me.
By Desi E. Sherman