what romance is this?
with what words can I describe
the pain that thou hast issued forth
from thy bosom without
care or affection?
A great chasm, two years wide and
Deep as a lifetime, has opened between us
And making attempts to cross it,
towards and into the City of Unbelief,
I shalt not.
For though the damage done
could once more have been undone
thine evil spirit hast chosen a path unwinding.
forever keeping love’s colours distant
and pale in the dwindling light.
In those words I hear’d imperfection;
these ears, ever sadder for being the first
defense to the soul, have tasted
this salty brine and have declared it poison
And can be endured no more.
Now I, as the strategic lover,
having sleuthed between the lines
Have deduced the Heart of the matter:
Much more than an unsent
blank letter, your idea of Honesty
could not be.
