Elle

Was she the love of his life,

or a fine meal with vintage wine?

Was she the song of his heart,

or sun glinting in the ocean surf?

Surely she was a fanfare in darkness,

but never the aroma of bread baking.

She was the light of his life,

but not the fire in his belly.

She was the song in his heart,

never the wind in his hair.

She might be the woman in a million,

but not the summer sun on wild roses.