We all know the tale of Spider-Man.
Right?
Always saving his girl,
From his enemies.
Well I love a superhero,
Though this is one you don't know.
She doesn't fly.
She can't lift outrageously heavy things.
No spiderwebs
Or iron suits.
No gadgets.
Not a single weapon.
Except words.
She loves me.
I love her.
But it's hard to love someone who always saves others and then barely has time to save you,
From yourself.
Surely the love has to be great.
If you can love a superhero
And not meet a tragic fate.