Heartache

I see her in the morning.
I think of her in the night.
And all the hours in between,
She enslaves my very sight.

Her shiny black hair
Is like silky waves of night.
Her deep blue eyes are
Portals of mysterious light.

Her smile is magnificent.
Her teeth are always glimmering.
Her body is phenomenal.
Her laughter is always ringing.

She has a corner office.
I have a corner store.
I await the moment every morning
When she opens up my door.

She is perfect
In every single way.
All she has to do
Is everything I say.

She's married with children.
I'm single with none.
She seems so intense,
But maybe she's the one.

She'll be here soon.
What do I do?
I've absolutely, positively
Fallen for Sue.

I'm a fool.
I've fallen into a trap.
Help me find my way.
Can you lend me a map?

She's intoxicating.
She's out of her mind.
She follows me home
And tries to be kind.

She rearranges my furniture.
She decorates my house.
She adores this little puppy
That looks like a mouse.

She whispers and gossips
And whistles and prances.
She sends everyone into
Their own kind of trances.

She tasted better
Than blueberry wine.
She sure did crush this
Little heart of mine.

by Andrew D Robertson

Comments (4)

WE CAN COMPETE, SEEK, LEARN & CONTORT OUR BRAINS....BUT LIFE WILL ONLY BE OF ABSOLUTE WHENCE WE ARE ABSOLUTELY GONE FROM HERE...NICE TWIST ON THE FRUSTRATIONS OF LIFE...'''''''''''''FRANK TEN SPOT!
I liked this one David. I believe we do rebel against perfection at the best of times as it seems to be the way we are in the world. Thank you for the thoughts.
The point of the poem is, thier is no perfection.
Did you mean to say 'perfection' and 'fields? ' Interesting piece. I'm not sure I get it. Why would you fight perfection? And how does a path lead both to rebellion and obedience? I guess anything is possible but you don't give enough clues to go on.