Myths

To watch her is like watching a fairy or a firefly
Darting about as a summer evening faded to night
The troll in me fills with lust and greed
My imagination runs wild of what really could be

If she but lights upon my shoulder, my mind wonders
If like Zeus, I could throw lightning bolts and laught like thunder
Could I gain the wisdom of the elves and live amongst the trees
Or glide on thermals like giant eagle and dragons, as if on a gentle breeze

Could I sacrifice myself like Prometheus, dying over and over for love's fire
A true social worker he was, giving and teach man all about fire
But she surpasses this knowledge, just watching her move about the house
Gliding like that eagle or dragon as she gracefully moves about

I soar like Hermes on the wind, glide like Peter Pan skimming across the water
My Gold pot is filled with her heart, because like a Leprechaun, I'm a hoarder
She knows that she's my Medusa, her beauty is what many have lied on
Although it's been denied her love has cause many pillows to be cried on

For she refuses to be captured, she is a free spirit
Her heart will remain here as long as I don't try to get near it
So I simply watch as she darts about, and with glimpses of light
She guides me through this relationship and what feels like the night

Sometimes I wonder if we are Narcissus and Echo
My repeating, "I love you" only makes her love herself that much more
Her love is a wave, or like the tide with ebbs and flow
Mystical like fairy tales and mythology, beautiful tales but you just don't know