I'd seen her pass,
I'd seen her glance.
I'd once considered,
taking the chance.

She never tried to hide,
that I was in her sight.
I was of course flattered,
but she just wasn't quite right.

She was attractive,
that I admit.
But her style...,
I had no interest in it.

When she spoke to me,
I'd happily speak back.
But in my personal tastes,
her fashion sense did lack.

"Don't judge a book by its cover,"
a good rule to live by.
But she wanted a relationship,
and appealed to only one eye.

After days of persistence,
I finally told her.
Then her head slowly dropped,
along with her shoulders.

My heart sank a bit,
but it had to be done.
I wanted a relationship as well,
but with a different someone.

She looked up at me,
her arms at her sides.
A defeated expression,
and tears in her eyes.

She told me,
that she'd been living a lie.
For far too long,
and didn't know exactly why.

She'd fallen victim,
to every trend.
Doing her best,
to try to blend.

A follower,
at every turn.
Wanted someone,
but never learned.

Identity crisis,
the term did ring.
Aside from herself,
she could be anything.

Searched male after male,
for one that would want her.
Never judging them,
until after disaster.

She said I was different,
that she wanted me.
That she could be,
whatever I wanted her to be.

Before I could speak,
she continued to say.
That since she doesn't have,
her own self anyway.

She could be the one,
for me created.
I would have what I want,
and she would be wanted.

A dangerous suggestion,
I warned sincerely.
But further words showed,
she had committed to me.

A good start, I said,
then finally agreed.
She threw her arms around me,
and thanked for my deed.

A fresh start she wanted,
a fresh start she got.
Kept clothes that I liked,
tossed those I did not.

We bought her new clothes,
I dressed her in black.
She looked good in the suede,
that I wore in my back.

She liked her new style,
and it suited her well.
But not all was content,
that I could tell.

She still had no self,
no sense of security.
She had followed again,
but this time it was me.

I introduced her to new things,
I asked her opinion.
I slowly induced,
A sense of dominion.

I saw a change,
a developed identity.
She finally had self,
and she wanted to be with me.

I felt her love,
and knew it was a real one.
Truly a person,
and not a chameleon.

Gentle caresses,
and looking eyes.
Tender kisses,
and no living lies.

In darkness, she knew me,
our minds in sinc.
My flesh, she'd form,
her lips, I'd drink.

In light, she spoke,
her words sincere.
Never dressed,
in lace of fear.

She was wanted,
she was content.
She was now,
as she was meant.

A soft field,
two minds create.
As bodies lay,
in peaceful wait.

Foundation built,
on possible fate.
As love of two,
does satiate.

Steps to take,
in careful gate.
On the journey,
to find one's mate.
May see one,
but hesitate.