by Supermassive Wilson

Created on: August 01, 2008

A promise kept for the lovers' glee.
A promise broken for Love to flee.
What crimson blood that Love
Can cause the heart to bleed!
What greatness comes from Eros' prickly arrow
When it first pierces our skin?
For Aphrodite's preferred balance
Of Pain for desired Joy within?
I question you for my heart quivers so
From the effects of a parasitic Pain, so old.
And you in my shoes, you seem to wear well

Within your eyes is present, a melancholy glimmer
Of your own heart-wrenching stories, they do tell.
Pardon my nature! My boldness is a hunger
For the risks of more crumbling walls
Even though Life itself seems to mock us all.
Fear not, of my blunt step towards you
With such hesitant yet hasteful nearness
Like you, I have experienced Eros for a lifetime or two.
I'd like to give to you, a caste iron mark
To protect what is left of our chaste inner child
To protect what is left of our tender hearts.
So back to the promise which was kept for the lovers' glee.
Back to the promise which was broken for Love to flee.
For the sake of all platonic and intimate lovers worldwide,
I will build a trap with my own soiled hands.
Thus love can fall down to its knees.
Permanence of such elusive Bliss shall be secured
Under the belts of pure Fidelity.
And abide to the likes of all, love must do.
Abide to such the likes of me and you.

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