He escorted her, he courted her.
He gave her attention,
His heart, his care, little gifts.
She was his everything.

It was her, not him; she’d built a wall.
She wanted to be a couple, complete,
But she couldn’t give, she couldn’t love.
Was he able to be her almost?

Jacqui romanticized Rebecca’s Frenchman’s Creek so, mistakenly moved to French Creek and dreamed of writing at a desk in the sun room.