I tried to save him
From the demon I knew I'd be.
He came a little closer,
Claiming his love for me.But all the men
Who've ever loved me
Have loved but only
For a short time of Spring.Now in the middle of this storm
When he still hasn't left,
I wonder if he's real
If he isn't a daydream.For I've heard of men like him
But never really seen one.
I've met men like him before
But only
In my poem.