Women and Boys

Here is the story of a woman
 who was my soul's great renaissance:
 or, at least, that's what I told her,
 smugly, waiting for response.

She was kind, but not a liar.
 Frankly, she was not impressed:
 "Fancy lies have value, somewhere,
  but I like truth, simply dressed."

Here is the story of a boy who
 thought that love was like a sport,
 who then had this one encounter
 imagined long, but really short.