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 perception of this man
Can she measure up, she doubts if she can.
So much is done by men of past
their behaviours damming to the last
Did they behave like pigs and swine
because of 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 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 the is not clear?
Where is safe for this man to be
A simpleman seems insufficiently
whatever happened to life long love?
What is it the breaks our love?
Unfinished
Tony Dovale – December 2005