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By wistful Date: 2001 Aug 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.11.23.04.20289]] |
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My once-true love has found a soul Mated to his like none before I feel I should feel something more Like bitter betrayal or some such score Something petty, something small Like his new love has cheapened me But nothing like that enters in . . . It is so strange to be so . . . free. I see his sparkling green eyes dance As he relates her grace and charm I hear his sighs as he conjures her In memory's light, upon his arm He's never been so buoyed by love So taken up beyond control And I am swept up in his joy And dance along with his bright soul. I can admit (with greatest pride) I love him still: as best of friends. And hopeful yet (with envy's twinge) to find like love that never ends. |