Destruction of a Pedestal

Carefully I build a pedestal, adding to it day by day - allowing you to climb to the top, higher and higher. I think of your blue eyes, your dimple, your boyish good looks, and I continue to build. You do things that men should not do to their loved ones, but the pedestal is tall and it is hard to see your faults. Then she climbs on to the pedestal. Her weight is too much for the structure built so carefully with love. It begins to collapse, taking with it all my love and affection. Surely this pain will have to end. Eventually I am numb the only pain that I feel is the splinters in my hand as I destroy the rest of the pedestal.