She was eighteen, I was thirty two <br />She was an unread poem, <br />I was yesterday’s gift. <br />Her heart she gave gladly, <br />Her beauty mine, to enjoy <br />Given away in youthful sacrifice, <br />The Guilt was all mine. <br /> <br />But I take this gift, <br />For business is good, <br />And I seek many rewards. <br /> <br />What was love for her, <br />Was ego to me. <br />This man, her dream, <br />My dream, the pleasures of the night <br />Her attraction, my Armani suit, my Aston Martin <br />My attraction, just another bloom, <br />Found on the florists shelf. <br /> <br />So follow me, for Chanel number 5 Paris awaits. <br />Young beauty with eyes, so blue <br />And hair, so fair, <br />Who men desire <br />And women, love, <br />Come, your catwalk demands. <br />Look into my eyes, and see your future. <br /> <br />You will see my strength. <br />I will see my deceit. <br />You will see my friendship. <br />I will see my betrayal. <br />You will see your perfect love. <br />I will see a naked fool. <br /> <br />But do not judge me, <br />For my disciples are lined up. <br />Flashing their Cartier time piece, on life’s bar stool, <br />Intoxicated by their illusions, <br />Waiting, with a fashion house web <br />To claim the next face, <br />The next soul, looking for love <br /> <br />Just As the deserts wait for rain. <br />It is ordained <br />For the dove will find no love hear. <br /> <br />Only the thief, <br />Who takes her beauty, and plunders her love. <br />Who will tarnish her soul, <br />And steal her youth. <br />Only false Honor left <br />Kept in, A Gucci hand bag, <br />Full of lies, for friends to envy <br /> <br />So look again my love <br />Choose wisely, <br />For the devil wears <br />Armani tonight <br />And Prada will be his next victim. <br />Can I buy you a drink? <br />Love the dress.<br /><br />Steven Cooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-devil-wears-armani/
