There you are in a corner crying and dying inside with your
heart feeling short of your worst nightmare. This heart
that offered up its purest form of ecstatic bliss, wrapping
itself around your soul with such fervor.
How it had you falling happily yesterday.
Now the shameful sting of love's betrayal is unbearable while the
world goes on so cold without you.
And you suffer and it is hard to breathe and not a word from the
These betrayals are so unspeakable.
And yes, this depends on many things, quite tangible, just like a
fleeting moment as a creature that you barely caught, more by sound
The proof is many others were so suddenly flung from my play.
It seemed it was a sure, natural time with a new flowering love.
Yet, it doesn't always empty out the whole function of your stand. Not always such a sting or stain.
Doesn't always take your breath away.
So with courage we move on without the worries that sweet time
And, I will not wonder if it's an intoxicating scenery
with glorious sunrises or fullest moons so full for fools that
captivates us towards oblivion.
Instead, authentic quixote tangents send us towards the happy kicks
we risk to somehow catch a glimpse of Venus's touch.
We hope we will not shrink from love.
Forever til we meet our truest fate.