7/22/09
I will remember her as time allows, And all the infidelities of love. There is a blindness comes upon the soul Of those who unequivocally love, Discretion lost, the heart a seething mass, The mind unable dispassionately to see The flawed relationship, the nagging doubt That ate at her, consuming all her joy, And lacking wisdom's seal and the soul's stamp I wandered blind in alleyways of fate. But I shall see someday as time allows Perhaps her love was flawed but yet sincere, Inapt to overcome the treacheries Once suffered at a brutal father's hand. Though she is gone and lost to me I know I will remember her as time allows.
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