Silently seated in the darkness alone,
he types his message of introduction.
She’s told him everything she believes will appeal
He thinks she’s real cool. She thinks he’s the real deal.
The message flashes across the night
carrying hope, and fear of blight.
He is just… a simpleman,
She’s trying everything she can.
His fear runs deep and almost through.
Can she love him, what’s he to do?
She tries to smile a friendly smile
which she only holds for a while.
Her past experience colour her perceptions of man
Can she measure up, she doubts if she can.
So much is done by men of past
their behaviors damming to the last.
Did they behave like pigs and swine
because of shame or fear or too much wine?
She holds her breath until the end
was it love. or was it just a friend?
Why does she cry, why does she wail?
What’s in her bag, what is her tale?
He carries the burden of final-call.
He’s where the buck stops against the wall.
No matter what the fear may be
He must stand and protect all of thee.
Why is it we have this fear?
What is it that is not so clear?
Where is safe for this man to be?
A simpleman seems insufficiently.
whatever happened to life-long love?
What is it that breaks our trust and love?