truthfully

put away your long-stemmed roses and red, silk scarves.

i don't seek the kind of power you long to possess. long before you were a gleam on the horizon, i watched my father with a keen eye. there is not much i cannot guess about a man. daddy was a player like that.

but what do you bring that i have not yet seen? can you stand before me naked, and love without the promise of gain? can you loosen the silk ribbons of your casanova cape and weep before me? will you hear your own heart?

and, right now, before this goes any further, realize you are not the answer to my prayers. i don't pray that way.