by Jeph Johnson
He flaunts his girth as though the power in his strike was Heaven-sent
Preying on an unprotected, helpless innocent.
Her feelings grow and then are cut down like a tree...
He's the lumberjack-of-all-trades lacking civility
Her dreams drift across the landscape of hopes and fears
As the clouds of his appearance rain multitudes of tears.
When he's away the veil is lifted from her face
Revealing beauty more powerful than the strength of his disgrace.