Never thought of myself as a perfect lover
I guess no one is.
I don't have the delusions
Of Don Juan de Marco
Although I have my own.
I wish he was real and that I knew him
Or even just shared some of his beliefs
That way I can be, at least in my mind
The greatest lover in the world.

I wish I can keep your doubting heart
Secure in the beating of mine
But no matter how I try
Your heart has a mind of it's own
Questioning, Searching, Calculating
How much of me is yours.

I guess you'll just keep on keeping me
A prisoner to my past mistakes
Never having another clean slate
To continue my adventure of life with you.

I wish I never told you
About my frailty and how I failed you then
So that I won't have given you any
Reason to doubt my love for you.
But I thought honesty is an important virtue
So I bared my heart and it's guilt
And it's single moment of weakness.

Nothing else but natural human reaction
Of protecting your own Freudian ego
You willingly submitted yourself
To commit the equivalent
Of my carnal transgression.

But why do you still keep me
As captive, as prisoner to my past mistake
When we have already become equals
Both bearing the same stain
Of a lover's infidelity.

12/05/2003

Posted on 12/06/2003
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