Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Sweet n' Sour

Pure Romance

Like Almitra, I wove him clothes of welcome,
Embarrassing him with riches from my heart -
Gestures quietly gracious, unremarkable,
All glamour-less, but transcendental, smart.

Despite my sacrificial sense of giving,
The evidence, reviewed in his defence,
Revealed a soul wise in agape's art,
And prophet's craft that modelled pure romance.

His ship, reloaded, pulls away from shore.
I wave at him, the vision slowly vanishing.
He does not turn, his sights already set
On other welcomes, worthier romancing.

The truth is bitter, sweetness easily sours.
The illusion the most perfect trails a darkness
Hard to fathom in its morbid depth.
Love, unregistered, assures the purest anguish.
- goinghome

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