I loved you more than i thought i could
And all was…
And always is,
Ever the enigma.
Her eyes kindled the fire
With but a glance
Each and every time.
Roaring to life,
Heart melts
And grows cold…
Oracle of paradox,
Sharp and Impetuous
As beats of a wing.
Fickle, edged and bloody
Knife she weilds treacherous.
Thrusts exquisite..
Slashes severe,
Deleterious.
Blood-thirsty tongue
Parrys the fatal blow.
Protracted… persistant the pain
Heart finally heaves the fatal sigh
Then nothing.
Nothing…
Nothing is brought but
Cadaverous repose.
Let love perish with it,
I’m dropped to my knees.
Then felled face to the earth
No intention to live
Without love
Without essence of soul.
Thrashed by the knife,
Brandished so well
Precise and exacting the
Surgical solecism.
The enigma, the paradox
Sadly endures…
Alone to do battle
With no man’s remains.
by Mike Owens
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