Let there be light beyond the storm…Gainesville FLDisfigurement My poisonedPsyche, sullied So
Let there be light beyond the storm…Gainesville FLDisfigurement My poisonedPsyche, sullied Soul, disfigured By a lifetime’sWounds, reactsIn anger toEach imagined Slight. And thus,In childish Petulance,Sensing in Her silence That she has Left me Abandoned,And rejected,In panic’sDead grip,I utter ugly Words of Spite.……………….And she?No stain Or blemish Could besmirch Her beauty,The purity That ever shines In those limpid Sapphire eyes.……………….And I? Can I,Might I Hope for Her forgiveness?To feel Once more Her tender Fury? KneelIn contrition At her feet And beg her To meteA punishment That, however Harsh, would Be less cruel,Would be welcome,Sweeter farThan the agony Of her Absence? OrHave IOverstepped and Sealed my lonely Doom?@arazatah -- source link