Siren’s Allure

I always love when we go out to concerts

Big or small, well-known or up-and-coming

The people we meet there always interesting

Most of all I love his company

 

We’ve been going out for several months

He still hasn’t said the “L” word to me yet

And that’s okay I think I understand

He’s going slow but I know this one’s special

 

Yet if I’m being honest about one thing

Though I love the live music scene like he

I’m not quite as fond when we see a female singer

For deep down I think he wishes he had that

 

It’s interesting because it’s not lust

Rather it’s deep compassion that I see

The way her melodies ping into his drums

Her innocent eyes gazing at him guiltily

 

The way he’s silent throughout the song

Just staring entranced yet semi-present

Hard to explain yet easy to describe

As if for once he is finally safe in the moment

 

I can sing just not well enough for a career

At least I’m not breaking glass like some

I know that’s one of the reasons he likes me

No, loves me. . . I hope

 

I’m not sure what it is exactly

That draws him in like so

People may like height, color, status

For him it’s sound in all varieties

 

Whether it’s the ability to sing beautifully

Or a sultry accent from anywhere in the world

He is enamored almost instantly with the owner

Like the Siren calling the Sailor from afar

 

Could it be what he missed from his past?

Or maybe that’s what was missing there

Maybe he wants it to be in his present always

Or could he be doing this for some unknown future?

 

Whatever it may be, he will keep chasing that voice

And to whomever he ends up with must understand

You’re both competing and not competing against that

Just remember he chose and cares for you above all others

 

Yet if she’s beautiful, has the voice and a shining personality

Don’t be surprised to see his attention drift her way harmlessly

But avoid getting mad because you possess your own voice too

Besides we all have our own unique interests that draw us in so

 

Any woman would be lucky to have him, and I hope it’ll be me

Maybe one day he will explain his reason better than I can

Even if it’s not me there to sing to him when he’s an old man

But instead another exotic Siren who took my place in the end. . .


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