Propertius Lives Still...

The same Tears

but for different reasons,

     the Years fall away

like the changing Seasons,

returning to find me still here;

a little smaller , 

     a little sadder 

with each passing year...

 

Is there Hope in recognition,

     what would move these feet of clay,

what cure for Doubt and Indecision

     and the Darkness standing in your way?...

 

How to bear vile words,

spat with contempt and derision,

     how many times must i bear your faults

and then tread softly around your condition,

     which is no worse

or better than mine,

but borne of different Sorrows,

      making it harder to be kind,

but this heart cannot bear

being broken another time,

     though it has always beaten for you,

 now, i let you beat me and my foolish Beliefs...

    

The one thing i cannot fathom

is why you would ever doubt my Love,

or me;

     one Day,

perhaps,

you will see me in different Light

and see in Truth,

you did not treat me right

     You took the Soul, that was yours,

out of the Knight

who would still Die for you...

 

     Sadly,

you could not,

would not

allow yourself to Believe

this true,

     maybe I am not enough

for you;

if you had allowed,

maybe,

 Together,

we have Saved

each other

     but now,

we'll  never know the Truth,

a Love,

despite all,

that is still here,

 for you...