Her - Poem by Phillip Alan Green

To live my life as she would bade,
Throw down my weapons, to be her slave,
Shackle me to set her free,
All your dreams to be obeyed,

Why can't I just plainly see,
This is a false reality,

I should have know to expect the pain,
But in this aspect I am vain,
Simple love is what my body craves,
Is smashed against the rocks in waves.

I'll not give up, there will be no doubt,
I will not cast the demon out,
Mind tries to cleanse this troubled cloud,
But I've faith in me, of that I'm proud.