I am fiercer then
the finest fires
of dragon breath.
As I hold her head
to my sturdy chest
there is an instinct
that buzzes through
to protect and comfort
this ***** blonde beauty.
She knew me
before her deepest sorrow.
Now tears crack her face
splitting dry sides
with wet lines
of grief.
I feel guilt
and a little relief
that she needs me.
I don’t want to be
super creepy
but I love her.
I always have.
She doesn’t laugh
at that.
She just says it was always obvious.
I make her smile and chuckle.
I hold her closer.
I rub her feet and shoulders.
I know she doesn’t love me.
I just want to be
right here in her time of need.
I just want to act and prove
that I can love her unselfishly
even if she never sees
that sparkle of desire for me.
I’ll take days,
week, years, or decades
and be sorry when
she discards me
for some other man.