He treated her beautifully They where madly in love they talked for hours Starring what felt like each others soul They had a special bond that couldn’t be expressed Made love for hours Even days at times Passionate Explosive She looked at him adoringly Wondering how did she get so lucky She loved how he looked at her Touched her kissed her. Both passionate about everything they did Art, music, movies, their kids, family etc so on and so forth She.. she... She.... I :-( Little did I know I was the rebound It was all an illusion How was I to know? I’ve never been in that position before to recognize it. Picking up the shattered pieces of my heart at the moment Wondering if I even really want to Or should What’s the point?