If He Is Yours

She put her hands out

They were shaking

While telling me this story of a man.

He came in like casanova

Rich, powerful, eager

Yet she never physically saw him

He was words typed out on a screen

A voice on the telephone.

Claimed he loved her more than life

More than he even wanted to live.

She was poor

Had very little

Yet had hopes of being so much more.

He always watched her stumble.

Listened to her cry

As she wondered how food

Would end up on her table.

Men that love women

Do not sit idly by

And watch them starve

Listen to them cry..

Without doing anything.

If he is yours

Everything he has is yours

It is just their way..

If it is not

Then he is not yours.


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