Enchanted

There he is again.
Walking my way.
Only a few long strides between us.
Do I stay? Do I meet him?
It's unreal. The change within me.
What is it about him?
I hesitate and yet I want to run to meet him.
I am carried across the room with steps so light.
One moment on the far side,
the next moment face to face.
I ought to speak but no words come.
I remember the day we met.
He was just another handsome stranger.
I had no difficulty in talking then.
And when he left I thought nothing of him.
But he keeps coming back.
And now my days are filled with thoughts of him.
What does he see in me?
What goes through his mind when he looks my way?
I live in a world where a woman cannot trust.
Where she must be an Amazon and protect herself.
But that is not my life. Not what is right.
All my life I have been surrounded by protectors.
Men to lead and guide me.
My father and brother to trust in.
But to have one to call my own?
To have a stranger one day offer more
More than fealty and protection.
For him to offer support
and to love my independent spirit.
I have never been short of admirers and pursuers.
But I was told one day one would adore me.
Me? I who have ruined lives around me?
I who do not deserve a second glance?
I in my heart am like the prostitute Gomer.
I do not deserve a Hosea to love me.
I am always fleeting, never satisfied.
I am a Roxanne, desiring the intellect
yet falling for the pretty package.
Would God send a Cyrano my way
That I may be loved by greatness?
If such a blessing were to fall upon me,
I pray that I may not be too late to see it.
There he is again.
Walking my way.
He keeps coming back.