Throughout the time of my infatuation
I felt as though I knew my way, as if
I need not entertain the least suspicion
Of having reached the margin of a cliff
Careering steeply down to vile perdition
To leave the soul adrift amidst the mire
And rob the doubting self of all volition,
Subdue affection's sway to base desire.
How strongly did conviction cloud my vision,
Prevent the inward eye's acuity
From seeing in the mist a false division
That wrongly raised a bar to unity.
But now a candid heart has waked true passion,
I tread the realm of love in other fashion.
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