In Loving A Woman Poem by Alejandro Torres

What reason do I have for mirth
When all I’ve been dealt is false
Does not the maiden have her prince
Or does she look to kill another suitor
In the indefinite line of would be heroes
That await to save her
Or just to make her common
What reason does her eye keep lock
On a fool like me
To the Gods am I not a pawn
I could never be a knight
Nor brook
And a King sits too high
On a pedestal of glass
Fore one as heavy with mortality
As I
But still her secrets keep me tight
To the confines of her bosom
As generous as ambrosia
As poisonous
As any other woman
Were I not such a fool
Would she not be a Goddess
Were not the words of others
Of her deeds so cruel
Would we not be united
But if the Fates test me
Would I loose her in failing
Or would I just become another fool
In a list ever growing
In a fairytale that seems
Never ending
But what line does mortality hold
What would we begin with
Hark all thee who do not know
The difference between a lie
And a woman
Both are as beautiful
As bedroom eyes
Both are as alluring
As burgundy wine scented thighs
But only one
Holds the true power over death
Only one has the power
To make a God cry
And no foolish followers
The strings of discord
And disjointed melody
Do not lie
It is the power of a woman
In her smile
In her speech
In her intellect
And in her heartbeat
To suffer us not
Mortals we all be
As mortals in Valhalla
We all shall meet
Fore in loving a woman
We all die