Romance

              What light is there in man?
              The desire to search for another
              and find in her own eyes
              where the crossroad of his life lie.

              I dream in anguish
              of everything gone by.
              Love loss and forbidden
              by a wall of oblivion.


              Pride is not honor;
              needful but not decent.
              I hate the forbearance
              of a love forlorned.

              Back to the loneliness
              of yesterday.
              What is my prowess?
              Endurance of a naive.

              Beyond, beyond, beyond.
              Between the cracks
              I scratch
              to find the ecstasy beyond.

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