I am not your lover.
Nor do I think I was meant to be.
I am here to clean up the mess
And pick up the pieces
After each lover has gone,
Leaving you wondering what happened,
And not wanting to be alone.
I place on you no obligations,
Expectations or anticipations.
Perhaps I'm just too damn old
To play those games any more,
But I would rather have you
A friend for a lifetime
Than some temporary thrill.
And at my age,
The rollercoaster has lost its charm.
So I am here when you need me
Waiting for you to let down
Your defences long enough
To trust me to do no harm.
I am not your lover,
Nor was I meant to be.
I simply love you, as is.
No questions asked,
And let it go at that.