His face had more lines than a map and fingers stained with nicotine. He was an old loner, ignored and forgotten. He made time for the unwanted and neglected child, taught her to read, write, and imagine. To her, the nobody man was everything.

It’s that time of year again

Roses, sweet chocolates, and besotted kisses

Keep them

Give me passion, your heart

I want years, not moments

No flowers or sugary sweetness

I’ll take your flaws, laughter, and love

She is bound to you

Not with rope and satin ties

Though these do wet her thighs

What makes her soul dance

Is your heartstrings romance

It’s a melodic motif 

Of love and lust

It sings to her soul 

And binds her to you