It was love he found.
For so long forgotten, a fantasy from the past.
Life had taught him harsh lessons.
The idealism of youth, long beaten from him.
He’d wandered aimlessly,
Attempts to connect with others
He accepted being loved was not going to happen,
The wounds he bore were deep,
The pain acute.
It started so innocently.
An encouraging word
A nervous beginning.
They bonded, so much in common,
He found pleasure in her company.
He delighted in her telling him
She would be the last woman in his bed.