Theme: Infatuation


A lady you are, fairest of the fair,
And love, it seems, has arranged this appointment,
Obliging my response, a joy to share,
But a brief promise that breeds disappointment:
For married you are, just newly a mother,
Our tenure in your beauty a contradiction
Which you resist, and I attempt to smother,
As we sit here, untouchable, a fiction
Romance with its own plot and happy ending,
Baffled by logic, truly out of sync,
And sordid, easily dispelled, heart-rending
It cannot be, teetering on the brink
Of a goodbye; and may our paths diverge
And bring to naught this thought of as an urge.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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