The cuckold's waltz
The romance is over and I am death
She needed time to catch her breath
She needed time, she needed space
She needed my love to replace
Her wish as ever, to spread her wings
To savour all that Amor brings
To gather hearts to her love nest
With dedication to her quest
To flit like butterfly in dance
From flower to flower in happenchance
That she may stay forever free
In hope that lovers shall not see
Her imperfections hid with lies
Like her construed ecstatic cries
Of satisfaction never felt
A cruel hand indeed she was dealt
My coffers bare of fortitude
The Lady I would to allude
Came to my bed of broken dreams
Her face devoid of wicked schemes
To touch the soul that mirrored hers
As witches brew she gently stirs
Her sloe eyes sure in their soft glow
Her sacrificial lamb in tow
The blood of ice through her veins course
Her face of grace devoid remorse
Her shroud a mantel covers me
My eyes now blind to duplicity
My cuckold's sentence I await
Her transient love my sad fate
A creature of a darker hue
Yet for all that a woman too.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-04-05 at 12:05
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