Thus I Wrote

She was the one for me
I went after her blind
I was out of control
I was out of my mind
She was everything to me
She gave me everything to lose
Her body was full of beauty
Her mind was full of shoes

I wrote my poetry for her
I sent her flowers and wine
I offered her bright jewellery
I wanted to make her mine
I worshipped long before her
I examined her body for clues
Her face had a sultry beauty
Her mind was full of shoes

I offered my life to her
I offered her my soul
Without her I was broken
I wanted her to make me whole
Now when I think of her
I see a picture of many blues
I remember her summer beauty
And her mind full of shoes

I wander through the cobwebs
That have gathered in my mind
I awake the visceral feelings
That I thought I’d left behind
Oh, she was once my love
Oh, she was once my muse
I was drugged by her beauty
And her mind full of shoes