Pedestal

On a pedestal he put her, quite lonely and... alone
He, full of compliments was prone
To shower her with words syrupy and soft
Her head in the clouds, her thoughts aloft.
Her womanly wiles knew him to please,
From the reality of their life, away to tease,
Lost in the softness of what they knew to share
Challenging the cold truth, they did dare.
He plied and played with her sanity,
Quite aware of what was to come, the inevitable calamity ,
For theirs was an indulgence, a societal taboo
A dangerous love, one they should not pursue.
But, in her touch he found that care,
He so, with another, wished to share,
The devotion in those bright eyes he saw,
When away from her, at his heart did claw.
Over and over he let her down,
He could feel her pain, he could see the frown,
The tears he knew she would hide from him,
He knew, to hold onto her , was a cardinal sin.
But, how to let go when she breathed life into who he was,
The gait in his step the smile in his voice, she was the cause,
Dare he hold on and hope she understood
That for ever eternal, to love her....he would.

RB.