‘Twas autumn when I found you broken there
Reduced to mutt, a once proud hound lay still –
Fur dripping salty rain – lost eyes unfilled
With hope or love of self, your spirit bare.
I let you in my chamber not aware
The drowning heart in loss had lost its will,
Yet you taught love, and I to laugh until
The walls were naught and of one soul we shared.
But when she found us, jealousy grew real;
She told me pure and harmless love was more,
And so you left, her will consented to,
With comfort that in storm at least you feel.
She thought my virtue left at beauty’s door;
Were it she knew, ‘twas me I saw in you.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
‘Twas autumn when I found you broken there
Reduced to mutt, a once proud hound lay still –
Fur dripping salty rain – lost eyes unfilled
With hope or love of self, your spirit bare.
I let you in my chamber not aware
The drowning heart in loss had lost its will,
Yet you taught love, and I to laugh until
The walls were naught and of one soul we shared.
But when she found us, jealousy grew real;
She told me pure and harmless love was more,
And so you left, her will consented to,
With comfort that in storm at least you feel.
She thought my virtue left at beauty’s door;
Were it she knew, ‘twas me I saw in you.