They walk away? Idiots!
So far, so fair with soft flowing hair
and eyes that smile like the break of day.
How can anyone walk away
from such a vision so fine, so fair?
Tho never alone for long,
(for everyone quietly loves her)
her luck with love trials, it seems,
lasts but weeks and leaves her
searching for some reason of wrong
and chasing down phantom denials.
Now, some have tried, vied or lied
to seem something somewhat appealing,
but never the less found themselves
standing curiously watching her
wordlessly walk away.
For, at times, it's she
who knows the reason
of rejection and it's they
who must abide with only themselves
to hauntingly question.
Oft' I heartachedly wonder at her
and those alike, who seem
doggedly pursued by misfortune
and still yet shamelessly see
this tumultuous Life as a joy ride
with every injurious jar, jerk and ripple
smoothed out like bridal sheets
on the bed of Cinderella.
They walk away, Idiots.
Of all the world and worthless people
unfit for introductions let alone companions
and all these shallow reflections of perfection...
Why is it She's left without a champion
who can woo, win and keep her graciously
atop her proper pedestal?
