Romance

Making Aquantance With The Woman

              What light is there in man?
              The desire to search for another
              and find in her own eyes
              where the crossroad of his life lie.

              I dream in anguish
              of everything gone by.
              Love loss and forbidden
              by a wall of oblivion.


              Pride is not honor;
              needful but not decent.
              I hate the forbearance
              of a love forlorned.

              Back to the loneliness
              of yesterday.
              What is my prowess?
              Endurance of a naive.

              Beyond, beyond, beyond.
              Between the cracks
              I scratch
              to find the ecstasy beyond.

            ~~~
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