Cry of eternal love

The heart has no limitations a mans imitation of his imagination make him seem immortal to the cold hearted, the faint hearted minds rattle though the unthoughtful hearted chortle for the public eye of formal. Indeed to love you must have a heart of a lion, for as such happiness there is such pain, a friends wise words.

By disloyal actions of lust a true lover should feel humility, though i say now to love you must not restrain dignity.

To satisfy his heart is vital, what women deserves his title though even the great aristotle would have no explanation for this mans requital, how she forgives how subtle is her love for him, freinds listen to his repetitive recital of the tragedy. Shamed by his acts, she crys how could my love commit this sin ?

The epitome of love would one disagree ?

No longer is he worthy to marry the, she the holy, the pure, the perfect,the gentle, the subtly Kind, gods names of beauty are descended to her, A curse of a spellbind i tell you, his mind no longer sees hope, blind by love, blind by hate for himself blinded by his untoughtful actions. A prisoner of love self enduring pain of guilt, when will it end ?

Can he accept her forgivness, for he is his own witness a disappointment to a worthy heart, if only he could warn her from the start, disloyal-lover is his cursed title. After her he has no longer a mask . The broken heart and inner tears are visable but no longer divisable to poison the pureness of many more. For the memory of happiness he reminisces his lost pureness.

She the gentle, the subtly kind, the pure, the perfect. The women of faith poisoned by a careless heart, though now he feels humility for the respect towards the lover he sees.

Only when the respect is broken one sees what is lost, one sees the value of what's lost, one sees the wrongs committed, the respect for love is devotion, the oneness of faith, the oneness of god, makes a man acknowledge the oneness of love and the neglect of whats morally right, the outcome is the inner tears and pain so be it regret ?

No, but a well learnt lesson.

Disarrayed

What once was a cool breeze of nature is now just a jigsaw to his body.

His feet step forward pushing over the barriers,

the only things that blocks his path ahead are the imperfections he left on the milestones behind him,

But the ghost of precedent pain haunts his mind.

So cold, he feels no emotion.

His feet used to feel the ground, his senses are gone and nowhere to be found.

What this cold man was once,

Once a touch of this saint’s hand would astound.

Though, who deserves a saint’s love; wasted to twisted minds.

His body halts.

His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God curse me and show me my lost happiness!”

“These people deserve my love- let me love!”

Something is missing he does not know,

Everything is abstract to his eyes.

People come and people go.

No fake tears of haste, not one drop to waste for a friend.

He witnesses the lover’s curse of sadness,

He sees the envious avarice,

He sees the greed, the hunger,

The lost and found,

The cold and warmth

The ying and the yang.

Every projection imagery and imaginary to the eyes of a human.

Oh, what is this an immortal man?

His body halts.

His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal.

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God curse me and show me my lost happiness.”

“Let me see like them,

Let me feel like them.

I want to be what I once despised; I want to be a fool!”

He pleads Dionysus to fool him,

to stand in battle, “give me a woman who can make one like me on my knees. I am off guard Dionysus! I am off guard!”

he trembles to her sight,

The face reminisces the lost word of beauty,

Her hair glimmers in the light,

Immaculate clothing,

And her soothing voice, her witty words of charm.

During the darkness of night, the bed sheets were warm, and during the daylight his eyes opened as he felt the coldness.

Her shield of attraction is a cover of lies- he is disgusted,

“Oh woman I have seen many like you, a women is a spear to man’s defense. One is not weak, one is not weak!”

“God gift you with the talent to tame me as you will never see me again woman! Enjoy the sight you deserve; for, I am not it.”

His body halts. His eyes tremble; they resemble a lost wild animal.

“Oh portrait what do you portray of me? God! Curse me and show me my lost happiness.”

“Thank you God for the strength you have given me, Whispering and mumbling, thank you God for the strength you have given me......”