The storm of us was seductive
but best intents turned destructive
against the will of their heralds
crestfallen by the reductive.

I never thought my heart would break
in your held hands, my soul to take
time to heal and distance to learn
faith in always was a mistake.

Lost in the pain that you ignore
trust, to coalesce is amor
noble find than blind ambition,
true mind, body and soul rapport.

I saw handwriting on the wall
recognized your sleek cursive scrawl
dupe in the loophole; kick the chair,
hope is quite heavy in freefall.

Telltale that love is not warfare,
that truth is a dangerous dare
more burden than blessing to bare
the quantum of solace we share.