Path I take

Temptation is that to speak of my misfortunes
a superfluous endeavor I recognize
it is innuendo of nightmares that
faith
        fate divides us now
        death may unite
rather I devote my time 
in loftier pursuits of panegyrizing love
my inomorata adrift

not in my dominion is the ink 
to lay down the words that praise
the grace of your countenance
wildness of your spirit
your beautiful devastation
a smile terribly blinding
that all else is forgotten in blurred hues
I say;
there goes a woman for whom
a man shall endure boundless suffering
for the hope she gives lovingly

when that is lost 
it is not regret that clutches you 
an agonizing loss breathing the end
there goes a woman so rare
says I 
she is the giver of life 
bringer of love
soma of lust
oh am I dreaming of you more than what you are
no-
dream of you I do less than the beautiful you really are
with a premonition such god cursed my soul

I speak of an end without you 
a path unsure as is undecided 
but I say it not lightly 
there is not the desire I hold
to be pity's whipping child
to be tragedy's silent villain
but a man staring longingly into nothing
it is not ill will 
nor is hurt I wish to cause
only incessant mumblings of happiness upon your soul

if it is decided
that I continue without you
I shall lay upon your feet
written by my own trembling hand
tears blotting words important
tread on them gently 
even in anger 
sadness 
for they are hopes I dreamt in your name
they are the wishes of a man lost
that even one such as I
can invoke a love from a woman so rare.

©Lost