I have you in my book

though she has said
the man with fancy words
holds no special grip
her praises
left to honor him
is like a honey drip

she has told him
her inner thoughts
everything that she feels
he has looked upon her face
late at night
while lifting his biker wheels

he is a total stranger
someone who writes divinely
most often words of lustful ***
who doesn't have the right
to know the things
about her as he inspects

you see I love this woman
and I work so very hard
to earn her love in return
sometimes I work to hard
making many mistakes
saying things that sometimes burn

how can you fight someone
someone who
is only a ghost to you
you cannot reach across
the miles in between
to ask him bid adieu

leave her alone
stop asking for her thoughts
about your words of lust
but it's too late
he already has a book
of her inside his mind I trust

I almost threw away
my dignity and
my chance to keep her near
by begging her
to remove this villain
from names that appear

she was afraid
I wanted to control
every thought that she had
but it was her special words
put in his book
that made me feel so bad

she has acquiesced
with feelings hurt
she still loves me but now this look
but I just couldn't
take it anymore
as he sits and reads his book

Gomer LePoet...