Cowboy Love

Rosey Outlook

She'd had enough grief.
So she made a suggestion.
"Look on the bright side."

He took her advice,
looked through rose-colored glasses.
This is what happened.

Tough Love

I stand at her door,

in the faint light of the dawn.

Who will come out first?

Will it be my foe,

the one I must drive away,

the man she married?

I must stand alert.

If he comes out before her,

there could be a fight.

He would end up dead.

That wouldn't please My True Love

She wouldn't like it.

He fathered her kids.

They have a life together.

He bought her this house.

If she comes out first,

I will have but a moment,

to put her at ease.

To declare myself.

Tell her she is My True Love.

And take her with me.

It isn't easy

being suspended between

love and a death match.

Someone is coming.
The door begins to open.
I take a deep breath.