Metanoia

The love that I had to endure for a tragic play set in Rome.  
I like to think in the beginning I fell in love with your minutiae features.
Yet it was something selcouth the spill from your veins that was much more.  
Although now I know that the Mizpah we share goes beyond lifetimes.  
Lady fortune blessed me with her serendipity but cursed me with the capability to hear susurrus coming from the gallery.
Similar to your love and indifference that is two sides of the same coin.  
Because although I was able to feel the apricity within you it has left me friable in their hands.  
So that at the end of the play where I have exuded all of my energy.
I am left with the nepenthe thought of you in which I can not escape.