'I never met a bridge' he said, 'that I didn't burn; <br /> never seen a foot that I didn't shoot <br /> especially if it was mine. <br /> Never had a heart that had a home.' <br /> <br />'Me, ' she said 'I never had a heart I didn't betray <br /> and give away; <br /> never loved a man I should have. <br /> <br />I have carried too much water in leaky buckets; <br /> loved men I couldn't see couldn't love back. <br /> And now' she said, 'there's you.' <br /> <br />He said <br /> <br />'There's nary a woman that loved me that I truly deserved; <br /> I've spent most of my love making time and whiskey-fying, <br /> chasing skirts, raising hell, and giving hurt; <br /> and now I need someone to help me mend my ways, <br /> help I know I don't deserve.' <br /> <br />She said <br /> 'You an old boy fresh out of rehab; <br /> my kind of man- <br /> can't see too good- <br /> and still needs a woman's touch'. <br /> <br />You're my man, ' she said. <br /> 'I like low-hanging fruit <br /> that's been around the block or two, <br /> that life's made eat a little humble pie.' <br /> <br />'You could be my woman' he said 'if you'd have me.' <br /> 'Oh I'll have you' she said 'you're my favorite kind of mistake to make.' <br /> <br /> She meant every word she said and called them a cab <br /> from Rusty's bar to go look for a rental place- <br /> love being where you find it- <br /> Love's Refugees riding around town trying to find a home, <br /> start again, <br /> Cowboy and <br /> Cowgirl Style; <br /> <br />still determined <br /> despite age <br /> to Wrangle Life <br /> yet again.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-has-many-styles/
