For times, she sat there, lonely, vacantly, waiting.
He found her.
His heart, finally unleashed, in love.
He covered her in silk and diamonds, he put the table and made the bed for her.
He wasted himself to give her lustful all night love.
He made her cry her pleasure out.
Her enjoyment turned to be his life.
He made her his priority. Vigilant of her sleeping, he sat there, waiting, thinking ways to please her.
He was the lord of her affairs as his only wish was her asking.
He loved her deeply, strongly, he uncovered his soul to her.
Despite of all his love, as the days passed and he had given her all, she felt prisoner of his desires for her.
Suffocated and tired she left.
His heart now, shut, screams in silence as she sits there,
lonely, sad and again, waiting.