Futility of Wishes

She makes me feel silly, stupid, blind, arrogant and dumb

She is more than just lovely flesh you take to bed for fun

She is a woman to be valued and held in high esteem

And all of my desires are naught but lonely dreams

I wish that I could comfort her and take the pain away

To hold her hand, cause a smile, change her night to day

But the smallest movements I make to show some empathy

She issues words for me to halt as she pulls away from me

Yet her heart is not cold, though she does so wish it so

And if it was I would not persist and simply let her go

So instead I stand by helpless, feeling useless and alone

Praying her wish is not granted for a cold heart of stone.