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By prezioso Date: 2002 Jul 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.28.18.42.18820]] |
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My Dear Heart, What have I done to make her torment us so? The few words we have heard have been brittle and thin, brief and unconcerned. The way she once ignored the protests of her husband, she now ignores us. Her fidelity failed before we met. It was proven in New York when she lost compass to our love. It is nieve to think that she has not held another. Strangers discredit the beauty of what we had. And we are no longer ther to defend the under fire. Though the love dies on an opposite coast, we feel it within. Is there no salvation for the beauty already ancient. My dear heart it is my belief that we have been fooled again. Caught in amidst of an illusion that has been fed by yours and my desires. Her promises were false for if they were not they why do dwell on her memory. She has had enough of us; there is no other explanation. What is truly incomprehensible, though, is that she does not tell us so. We have always been destined this result, this you know. To leave wounds open; bidding farewell in our own silence. I had every reason before these passed days to believe that her and us held love true. Why did not we ignore that glance of admiration so long ago. When she tilted her head and looked deep into my eyes and unearthed love thought to extinct. Irish never did this to us. And we still walked away. So I tell you now heart. Leave her isles with me. Never look back for she does deserve even the acknowledgment of our love. Leave with me now. If she truly cared then we would not feel drowned in sorrow as we do. And if you choose to stay, know that I am your voice, and I will go anyway. And like so many loves before, we will love for as long and ever as time permits with an affection that is once in lifetime, but I will utter not one word. Me |