Love found and lost, still duty bound The dream of love I dreamed, and thought I would never find, I found. The connection - pain to pain, truth to truth, heart to heart, mind to mind; That I thought would never be mine, I found. But I can never consummate this union, because I am still - duty bound. I thought I would ever be alone, without anyone who came close to my ideals, No one whose innocence was not ignorance, but was learned. Then you came, cleansed and shriven by abuse and suffering, replete with candor and honesty, The mate of my hitherto lost soul, love knew love, and Platonically, we merged. But I will never know you sensually, because I am still - duty bound. The one who defined love for me, Through whom I came to know truth is love, and love is truth in my vocabulary. The one who made me aware That I love one thing more than love - Morality, So loved, you can never be my lover, I am still dutiful, still honor bound. Lonely, But Never Again Alone If the few weeks we have had, is all we ever have, It must be enough. I can never mourn my loss, For it is more than I have ever had, in a half century of ceaseless striving. If I am never again permitted to support the tender weight, Of your head resting on my shoulder, with complete confidence and credulity, I dare not grieve, I must cherish the memory For it is the most trust ever afforded me. If I am never again privileged to hear your sweet voice, Relating heartrending, horrific tales of woe, I cannot morbidly reflect on that irony, or dwell on my tragedy, Because I know, love is ever so. I must revel, and find solace, in the knowledge; That whether one mile or one million miles separates us; I will ever be lonely, but never again will I be alone, Because I have experienced love that is true, with you. MY LIFE LIMNED IN VERSE My life I now focus through the lens of poetry, To reduce to a spawn of intense light the passion for humanity, That drives my quixotic, futile quest; As I attempt to communicate to my deluded, DEPENDENT peers, The gift, the benefits, the joys that would accrue from a civilized, cooperative existence. My life is currently delineated in verse, For thus is obscured the drama unfolding, Of incalculable value and priceless beauty lying in ambush, For beings who cannot decipher or traverse The narrow pass of rationality to function and freedom. My life I now record and perceive through the veil of poetry, To privatize my ubiquitous grief and sorrow, To obfuscate and conceal from the elusive shadows surrounding me the trickle of tears, That threatens to become an immense and ominous deluge, Drowning all my hopes, my dreams and most cherished aspirations. William Edwin Virtue
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 14:53:13 +0000
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