I turned and ran away in fear,
My weakness would be shown.
Loving too much,
Gave the high ground
To her,
Leaving me,
In the valley of despair.
No attack which I could mount,
Would cause her to surrender.
No defense I could devise,
Would protect me from myself.
For she had won the battle,
Probably never knowing,
There was a war.
Or,
That I longed to overthrow her.
Oh, though I schemed and dreamed,
Plotted and conspired,
I could not ever
Lure her into battle,
Where we could strive,
One against the other.
For, unlike she to me,
She never counted me,
As any prize worth taking.
And so, beyond the dark edge of her fire,
The bright glow of the woman
That she is,
I will circle in the shadows,
Hoping just one time
To be found worthy
Of her notice,
If not her love.
Donovan Baldwin