I Am So Sorry
I am so sorry that you no longer believe in your dreams;
I am so sorry that now, sadly, it surely seems
As though you have given more thought to
The ignorance of others, instead of what you ought to-
Namely, the love you have, guarded deep in your heart.
For the sake of 'what others might think', you've allowed part
With all that which presented as answer to your prayers.
The soul that is meant to fly belongs to the one who dares
Fly, despite any impediment that may be placed in its way.
I am so sorry that you have allowed your heart to decay
As it has-for the sake of prevarication by someone unknown.
The mind that is truly strong, must be able to think on its own-
I am so sorry that you no longer possess this ability;
I am so sorry that real love for you, is no longer a possibility-
Not until you learn to live the life you truly want to live,
Unaffected by the potential for uninformed opinions people may give.
I am so sorry that you would rather be a martyr to the throng-
Even though their lives are unaffected and their opinions are wrong!
I am so sorry that your heart apparently has a switch,
That you can flip, to either now or then, live a lie; which is which! ?
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Once Exalted
Once exalted, now lost in a sea of discontent-
Befuddled-as to where my long-avowed love, now gone, went;
The blind faith emplaced in same, adds to the enigma-
As a once-perfect love is shunned, due the stigma
That iniquity has so thoughtfully, permanently gifted;
A once-entrenched, yet powerful, love has drifted
Into the deepest recesses of an afeared heart,
Where only veridical introspection shall see to its impart,
For the world entire, to feel and to see-
This everlasting love, that once longed only, to be!
Only if you are true to your own heart and the words it has written,
Which betell a story of the singularly extraordinary soul, smitten
By its counterpoint in another, equally enamored
With the beauty you are-faithfully adored,
Since the very day that these two souls were brought together,
With a symbiotic love destined to last forever!
A glory will have departed this very soul,
Should you choose to ignore what you once did extol
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The Hatred, The Menace, And The Curse
It is perhaps my most vexatious quandary:
That I am able to reckon with what circumstance stole
At the expense of hatred toward a single, albeit, entirely deserving soul!
She is the only reason I have what most may call 'dirty laundry'-
The near-destruction of a once-purposeful life, accomplished
Through the employ of a living, breathing lie,
That does not seem to want to be finished,
Kept alive by the stupidity of the masses-but why? !
In the face of all the evidence to the contrary,
Many still believe the fallacy; their collective gullibility is quite scary!
With every whisper, or thoughtless shout that states the same,
I am forced to reckon with the phantom menace
Who stole so much, yet gifted only his surname.
The memory I once had of my boyhood, I imagine is
Lost now, as is the heroic figure I once believed he was-
Gone the way of my erstwhile innocence, because
The truth was finally allowed to amble in my direction,
Shuttered all those years, under guise of my own protection.
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Reluctant Willingness
With a reluctant willingness, I have given
Mine own heart, many times callously riven-
Fragile as it is, I do know its chosen guardian
Hath proven to be its one and true custodian!
Done was this, not with knowledge of what would be,
But only with the wishful rumination of what could be;
Ponderance of same gladdens my heart, to my very soul-
For she is but the only one who hastens my heart's console!
Surely not prime was she, for the import this role has imparted:
To make again, a man, truly, out of one most heavy-hearted,
She, an Empyrean gifting, a miracle, made before mine own eyes-
Making for a perfect love, one I could not hope to disguise!
Though sikerly she must be of this role, very aware,
She too is afeared, lest she leave her heart lain bare!
Bare though-nay, for it be, as mine, sheathed-
As sure am I of this-as our consort, inbreathed!
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Each Day, Since We Parted
I have never heard either one of you
Utter a single intelligible word,
Yet, more than else, 'I love you',
Are words, from me, that I regret you've never heard;
I have never been with you
During times of revelry or of sorrow,
Though you may be assured, I miss you-
And shall ever more, tomorrow!
No other two ladies may lay this singular claim:
Both of you share so much more than a last name-
Perhaps, neither one of you knows, the same;
Yet, to alight this upon thee, is my one, singular aim!
Alas, both of you are to the other, unbeknownst;
No one charged with youur guard, has deigned
To believe your unique connection need be announced,
And thus, with time, it has surely waned!
For shame! With each day that passes-for shame!
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Your Felicitous 'Forever
My beloved, harken, as I set about to proffer evidence
To you, of all we shall become, so as to allay suspense;
Our destiny hath been written-its recital, a beauteous symphony,
The sounds, far too melodious for refrain, other-my heart's euphony!
Your wants and needs, shall be mine own vocation;
My solitary duty: to provide for your soul's elation-
Too long have I searched, my pursuit of love, ethereal-
Many attempts, valiant, have I made, though-failure, serial!
Reason due, my chivalrous ignore of needs, my own-
Until, I agnised fully, my heart was only ever on loan-
For, it belonged to you, though, in form unknown-
In days since last we met again, this truth hath shone!
As long as I may be able, no wants, nor needs should you lack;
Whence my heart should need retreat, ne'er have I looked back!
As a steward of mine own heart, I shall protect and covet thine;
No longer is there a difference-once two, now one, intertwined!
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The Only Justice I Really Seek
'Who am I? ' I will only know, when I am allowed to see
The future that God has graciously avowed to me,
After both injustice and death, as well as before.
Life has new meaning now, as does what I am fighting for:
The only two resplendent sureties in seas of deceit-
This is what is needed to make my life complete!
My life yearns for them, as the 'purpose' He intended-
Until this wrong is righted, until this tear is mended,
My heart, and indeed my mind, and shattered soul,
Will never understand the contentment of simply being whole!
My ears hear them cry out to me, though they are not near;
My eyes long for sight of them, because they are not here;
My heart aches, in the face of their tragic absence,
While my mind may only imagine their true magnificence!
Their consortium is the only justice I really seek;
They are the only strength I need, where I am truly weak;
May my thousands of pleaded prayers, finally find answer,
To rid my world of this anguish, this fully-metastasized cancer!
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I Love You, Because Of You
Whensoever I have time to ponder, I ponder of thee;
Whensoever I've cause to wonder, I wonder of thee;
You are my past, present and future-my love, ever-lasting;
You are found everywhere, even in places most contrasting!
Time and space removed from thee mean naught,
An Angel in my mind and heart, consumes my thought! !
Sikerly, my beloved, you are here with me as I sleep
And when awake-my heart's promise, abiding, I do keep!
Our's is not a love wherest a measure could even be kept,
Our's is a love, sans pareil, whose sempiternity, we must accept!
To say, 'I love you, because of you'-I make it as simple as I may-
It is really that elegant, and becomes more so, every day!
For me, you are omnipresent-you are everywhere:
You are the most brilliant sunset, with it's Empyrean glare,
Whose rays breath life into you, whilst it keeps you warm;
In the billowy clouds, I am reminded of your feminine form;
The sounds of birds, lovely as they may certainly be,
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A Lady's Response to 'The Proposal
How might you be my everything, my heart's tutelar,
When I shan't allow thee to be, for me, too famular!
I need not, thee, nor any other, to be most veracious-
I shan't allow that my heart be for thee, too commodious!
You may not be its guardian, as I see to its coffer,
I resist the enticement of your most beguiling offer!
You hold me in the highest esteem, I do not understand;
Yet, I too must abide by my heart's wanton command!
I need make alliance betwixt mine own heart and thine own mind,
I shall need too, allow: that we two be amorously intertwined!
My every thought, you shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As I sleep, or as I am awake, thoughts of thee shall ne'er pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to accept this calling, amorous;
My heart brims with emotion, yet shall remain commodious!
You too, shan't need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is ever more-
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The Proposal
I shall be your everything, as you are for me;
How do I propose to do this, how might this be?
My beloved, precious Angel, my intentions I shall share
As to how I may endeavor to do this, or yet, even dare!
Foremost, I shall be your heart's e'er vigilant guardian
As you are for me, and e'er shall be, my gift, Empyrean!
Naught is there to draw compare to thee, not ever-
None shall ever come betwixt we two, nor surely, sever
The alliance mine own heart has with thine own mind,
Nor sikerly, contrariwise-each pairing amorously intertwined!
Your every thought, I shall be, due my allegiance of cause-
As you sleep, when you are awake, when busy, as you take pause!
It is my heart's solemn duty, to provide reason, copious
For your heart to brim with emotion, yet remain commodious!
Ne'er shall you need want for any fashion of love or attention,
With every moment, witness again, we shall, its ascension;
As each day passes to the morrow, again it is duplicate-
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