You were her beautiful  magic man.
Godly in stature,
A giant of minute man.
Insignificant to all others, but to her, the most amazing one.
Her heart you snatched, tore her soul.
It pumps in her chest but her most precious jewel's captured, tight within your hand.
She waits silently.
She's sad, must be sad to wait.
But, your fingers are holding tight,
She's never far from sight, nor mind.
You know she's always there.
The phone calls to you subtly,
Every time it rings you wonder.
Will it be?
Could it be?
Her!
You, you're just running scared.
You could have had it all.
Darling, as if a hedgehog, you stole her life.
In fact you stole her all.
You her yellow lover,coiled in a tight protective ball.
Still you're waiting for that call.
(C) LIVVI