And Then She Was Lost…

“Very much distanced as a being in his creation,
He was cocky, but his eyes; powerful attraction,
The ability to sway a battalion in his direction,
Yes! One could say he defined near perfection.
Trust however, he unfortunately lacked,
And in his paranoia, he frequently basked.
To be a man was the duty he tasked,
But separated from love, his emotions were masked.

Fair maidens rolled to eternity at his feet,
From a distance, they would come and with him, they would sit.
Intentionally, he decided not to dance to their beat.
Yes! In this world of conformity, he was misfit.
His family, positioned first in his mind,
His very loyal friends, not far behind.
He was always up, always ready to grind,
And he wasn’t ever that hard to find.

His perfections were imperfect,
His approaches were indirect,
With time, like a clock, he would set,
And become even more desired yet.“

BANG! Roared her falling pot,
She finally woke from her deep thought,
This beans won’t cook itself,
And for him, she wouldn’t kill herself.