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romance is not dead

at least not in my slightly hindered head

but there is another who starves me for the

value of some form of face

and for this, he marks with the coldness of his

ungiving self

a yet to be known wholly solitary place

there in

his future will seem grim

for my light in his life grows further and

further dim

and my future will flourish without any due

waste

'tis a pity

he can not even just a little give in

we will not long travel such a path together

for I find it not too liking to my tender

heart's taste

so, a small goodbye forms and wedges its

fast growing self into the vastly emptied

chambers of my heart

I'll love you forever, my still and so silent

love

even when from you, I for the sake of my

emotional well being must depart

so fair thee be well

when frolicking in your own personal choice

of what seems like to me must be hell

for our once deep love could have been saved

if in the charity of your guarded emotions

you had even once allowed me with you in them

to bathe.......................

(May 22, 1996)