The Heart Loves who the Heart Loves

I’ve fallen in love with a younger woman,
Or at least it seems I have.
It may just be a sweet obsession
But how do you know?
I don’t think she is aware of it,
And that is a good thing.
I could be David,
And she could be my Bathsheba,
Except she isn’t married,
So there is no husband to murder.
But I know logically it wouldn’t work for many reasons:
She is on her way up in life;
I am on the way out.
The age difference would just be too great;
People would talk.
Some would be offended.
But the heart loves who the heart loves,
And who knows the reasons why this happens.
It creeps up on you slowly,
Or body slams you suddenly,
Each provides its own reward.
She body slammed me.
But if you love someone you want the best for them right?
And I know that is not me,
So I’ll stay away from her.
Better for her;
Better for me;
Better to not make a fool of myself and embarrass her in front of the whole world.
At least I got to write this poem,
And I can think of her fondly;
Of what might have been,
If I was a younger man.