Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
He keeps her quietly on the side,
It only takes a word or two.
She thinks that soon she'll be his bride,
When all he wants is her to use.
She could have so much more,
But then, that would be a risk.
So she waits just inside her door,
And thinks her life is made of this.
The sun rises the next morn,
Before she admits he won't be there.
But with his absence hope is born,
That he'll feel sorry and begin to care.
She is the angel of the night,
Giving grace where none is due.
Awaiting love until daylight,
Then crying softly for dreams untrue.