Love the sentiment of fools I concede
By betrayal it was banished from my breast
It is absent from my soul
Replaced by a cool dissecting glance
One of acknowledgement
But offered only by chance
I cannot love
Barely acknowledging affection
More likely my response to approach
Rejection
And upon deep penetrative reflection
'I have no desire to be worshiped or admired from near or afar
As they say my soul lit afire in exhilaration
With a flame that will never be quenched
To grasp for a star that is beyond my reach
An unending yearning that will never cease
A spirit that will find no peace
I will not love
Swearing my oath to he who is good above
And to he who skulks below
For to them it is already known
I will not love
All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Oct.12, 2017.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
Love the sentiment of fools I concede
By betrayal it was banished from my breast
It is absent from my soul
Replaced by a cool dissecting glance
One of acknowledgement
But offered only by chance
I cannot love
Barely acknowledging affection
More likely my response to approach
Rejection
And upon deep penetrative reflection
'I have no desire to be worshiped or admired from near or afar
As they say my soul lit afire in exhilaration
With a flame that will never be quenched
To grasp for a star that is beyond my reach
An unending yearning that will never cease
A spirit that will find no peace
I will not love
Swearing my oath to he who is good above
And to he who skulks below
For to them it is already known
I will not love
All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Oct.12, 2017.
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