by Rene' Carrero
What words profound can ever describe love’s final fatal demise;
that can make love blinded eyes see the light of love’s disguise?
Whose true guise, mimicking truth, belies false intentions to beguile;
Never aiming to endure, to coalesce but for a while?
On treacherous throne sits wounded king, by words uttered most vile.
Piercing words, like daggers sharp, plunging deep in tender hearts.
Evanescent truths debauched; false heart’s intent to lie.
Masking something pure and sweet, sullied, impure to die.
Oh king, thy fate once sealed, must fall on leaden sword.
An act most foul when love, turned cold, has strummed its final chord
“Goodbye“; apologizing for the pain inflicted by its essence;
“in search of truer love I go. I leave you to your presence.”
Truer love than mine, though she may seek, I know she'll never find.
I gave her all she ever wanted: her kids; a home; my love divine;
and most of all most valued gem: my sacred guarded trust.
Not enough, more than she deserved, she’s left my heart to bust.
So fare thee well, oh love divine; our bridges yet to burn.
Awaiting Death’s sedating kiss, my will for her return;
And though its mocking cackle shrills; "You fool! she never will";
Eternally, ‘til Death‘s embrace, I dream she loves me still.
Last updated June 21, 2016