He thought she was beautiful;
he admired her intelligence and wit
and wanted to listen for hours to her voice.
He wanted nothing more than to be with her;
to spend every day and hour by her side,
to be the one she turned to in need.
She thought him the kind of man who listened,
who understood a woman’s mind and ways,
one who would be there when she turned in need.
Once, yes once
it was so between these two.
Familiarity breeds contempt, the saying goes;
Contempt is an emotion, strong and deep,
but boredom and loss of enchantment,
ah, those are the dust that smother the light
and turn what once was
nothing at all.