He thought his love
He thought his love for her would die,
Parted for many years
He thought he could move on from her,
Separated by the seas.
Who says love is not eternal?
That we carry it to the grave?
Only unrequited love can last
For an unlit candle will remain
In the sanctuary of affection
On the altar of missed chances
Down the aisle of cowardice
No one to blame but self.
The delicious pain of self denial
The anesthetic of convenience
The mixed emotions of the heart
That often break in fragments.
A mosaic of a thousand pieces
Glistening in the sun of memory
Making sense, not making sense
Moving forward, then behind.
Our mixed emotions would enslave us
Lead us down a path of peril.
We shall walk back from the waterfall
That would drown all those who enter.
When the tempest runs it’s course
When our breast is in repose
Then, and only then, perhaps
Can we save our battered souls.
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