I wonder if
you have been loved
with the intensity
of a beating heart

have your frailties
ever been blotted out
in the eyes of the one
that gazes at you
as the colourful glistening
of evening's sunset?

have the rules of engagement
been thrown out the window
with the laser focus of a man
who wants nothing more
but to listen to you billow on?

perhaps, these words I pen
have been scripted by one
who came before me
promising roses and daffodils
and left you with thorns, torn

and my scribbles of affection
are nothing more than
clanging cymbals and red flags
that scream
'All men are the same'