Poetry

Today I am your darling and your hero
who accompany you everywhere
and maybe I am a man with fame and wealth
that is paying for a holiday at a hotel
and even in your dreams you see my face
when my hand rests upon yours
and you are smitten by the words that I say,
by the wild passion in each kiss
when stormy your blood does flow
in the intimacy between us,
where our lives are growing to the most beautiful dreams
and you are discovering everything and part of me
but how are you going to feel in the days of old age
when maybe poverty or illness comes unexpectedly?