"amatus" poems
I had to love her, I had no choice.
It is her name after all
Amanda, the fourth principal part
Of Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus
Formed into the perfect passive participle
She will be loved
I had no control over anything when it came to her
That is quite clear
It was fate telling me I had to do this
It was fate nagging me to believe in something
Something that is a stronger force than my will
I fought fate vehemently
But fate, as it always does, won
And I fell in love
Only to find that the woman who will be loved
Could not love
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Its scrabble (for adults),
A game of hearts
where the rules never stay the same -
its a beautiful suffering, a shameless mess
as we play the letter-game,
syllables,
phrases,
all breathed into life by actions
and filled to capacity by desires and fears.
Love is semantics.
You can rest assured that somewhere,
somehow,
someone is saying exactly what they want you to hear.
How are words any different from our hearts
e x t e n d e d in naive hope of acceptance and reciprocation?
What are the principal parts of love?
I love
I have loved
I shall or will love
I have been loved
to love . . .
amo amare amavi amatus sum
Each more desperate than the last,
add a small, sarcastic smile and say with glee -
'I'm fine'.
(Grammar isn't society's strong suit anyway)
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC