Weaving, winding, slicing, binding, keeping me from my most precious Love.
Intricate standing, some complete banding, shielding my face from her Hand.
Criss-crossing, overlapping, strong and unbreakable tensile strength..
A slip-proof barrier, containing the fairer, of my joining.
Complete and final; designed by Evil…with forbidden Fruit intact.
I..touch it…and it is real.
He fired at me, the rose-cheeked Cherub, from his hiding view,
Indeed, the arrow struck its mark; deep and embedded true.
As was with habit, I turned and smiled, my eyes sparkling their hue,
To catch the nearest comely lass, and draw her to the magic new.
But I was cast in the barren place, one reserved for unfortunate few,
The land of No True Love; an Evil emptiness most thought through.
What sick, twisted, vile mind, purgatories a soul shot of flighted Love que?
To such as THIS, THIS…matchless hole where nothing can be but blue?
Blue. Tis how I feel. Blue. A missing…chance.
