I loved him not for the things he could give to me,
But for the beauty he brought out in me
Taking the trickled price of the soul unfolding and holding onto what was nothing more than a dream which would cost the astounding hounding feigns their reward…
For he was more to me than a man.
He was my being,
Yet I was less than his reality it seemed
As time dictated where the stars would align and we’d find ourselves
Missing our mark.