Robert's appeal

yesterday, when i was younger
i thought i could live life like an oyster
dealing with all and sundry irritants
by turning them into pearls with natural resilience

but now that i am that much much older
and more an irate crab than striving oyster
i know that there are some irreducible facts
that cannot be changed by heroic acts:

Robert's appeal remains immutable
His magnetism just as refutable
The scope of his diverse skills and talents
are breathtaking in their range and patents

no way to explain the arrested development
of women stuck at starry-eyed adolescent
never to budge beyond the sighing stage
so inappropriate to the chronological age!

better to accept with graceful resignation
the longevity of my new designation -
a Robloving Pattinserving handmaiden am i
my mission to moon and swoon and die

until the day when the sight of him
does not elicit wanton desire and lusty whim...
that day when Hell freezes and Heaven burns
the day when every single woman learns:

He is just a man of flesh, bone and blood
evolved from a mass of glorified mud
like all the others living on the sphere
He is mere human, there is no miracle here!

Ah, but until that thirtieth of Never
I continue to burn with unquenchable fever...
No matter how many times i see that visage
My brain computes the same neuro-message:
I must give in to this inevitable surrender
He rules me, and he will own me for ever!

(posted on 30/11/09 in a contemplative and dramatic mood, was having issues in Real Life and, i guess, was defaulting to my nice safe place of fantasy...)