May 2016
A lady of infectious smiles,
My heart she has lured with her beautiful wiles.
My thoughts are engaged, only for her;
Never to be vacant for anyone lesser.
Perfect silk darkness neatly flows from her bright sky,
Encompassing a porcelain complexion.
Never before and never again, to any human eye,
Will such contrast warrant such fervent affection.
Fanciful love is so easy from afar.
Closer it’s stronger yet more fragile.
The longer it’s left and the further we are,
The more I am tempted to beguile.
What is this wall which keeps stopping me?
Stopping me going forth into our waking.
Fear of love’s rejection, no more must it be,
Holding me back from our making.
This is not, confused with ambiguity,
A time to be weak and passive.
The obstacles in my way may be small,
But inner strength needed is massive.
So gently I went cautiously forth,
Knowing just to where I was heading,
But blinded by my dreams I continued,
Since these dreams I’d laid as my bedding.
So blinded, go forth I did to our making,
Only to find it was in fact our breaking.
True colours I saw and the colours I hated,
For they were not of the spectrum for which my breath was bated.
She; the master of bogus supplication;
As lovely as can be.
A masked bullet for love’s annihilation.
A let down for eternity.
An excessive and extensive infatuation,
Blown blustery out of all control,
Disfigured from all proportion.
In my refined plan; an untidy hole.?Two contrasting poles I loved so fervently,
For they left the midst a clear canvas,
On which I painted with my mind, elegance and beauty,
Paint is not truth as truth is not this.
I put this canvas away to be hid,
Out of sight, out of mind and ring true that did.
Not one piece of me wants to see her,
When every piece of me wants to find her.
By my mind’s fabrication and my heart’s fallacy;
I don’t know what in her I saw.
With realisation of discord subliminally,
When I look now I see it no more.
Now she’s no more,
And by my choice she’ll stay that way.
But will I always leave open this door,
And hope that she stays away?
My heart she has lured with her beautiful wiles.
My thoughts are engaged, only for her;
Never to be vacant for anyone lesser.
Perfect silk darkness neatly flows from her bright sky,
Encompassing a porcelain complexion.
Never before and never again, to any human eye,
Will such contrast warrant such fervent affection.
Fanciful love is so easy from afar.
Closer it’s stronger yet more fragile.
The longer it’s left and the further we are,
The more I am tempted to beguile.
What is this wall which keeps stopping me?
Stopping me going forth into our waking.
Fear of love’s rejection, no more must it be,
Holding me back from our making.
This is not, confused with ambiguity,
A time to be weak and passive.
The obstacles in my way may be small,
But inner strength needed is massive.
So gently I went cautiously forth,
Knowing just to where I was heading,
But blinded by my dreams I continued,
Since these dreams I’d laid as my bedding.
So blinded, go forth I did to our making,
Only to find it was in fact our breaking.
True colours I saw and the colours I hated,
For they were not of the spectrum for which my breath was bated.
She; the master of bogus supplication;
As lovely as can be.
A masked bullet for love’s annihilation.
A let down for eternity.
An excessive and extensive infatuation,
Blown blustery out of all control,
Disfigured from all proportion.
In my refined plan; an untidy hole.?Two contrasting poles I loved so fervently,
For they left the midst a clear canvas,
On which I painted with my mind, elegance and beauty,
Paint is not truth as truth is not this.
I put this canvas away to be hid,
Out of sight, out of mind and ring true that did.
Not one piece of me wants to see her,
When every piece of me wants to find her.
By my mind’s fabrication and my heart’s fallacy;
I don’t know what in her I saw.
With realisation of discord subliminally,
When I look now I see it no more.
Now she’s no more,
And by my choice she’ll stay that way.
But will I always leave open this door,
And hope that she stays away?
