Rhyme of love
If it was love that I truly craved,
then abandoning you was the gravest of sins.
New paths for infinite romantics we could have paved,
Only had I not feared repercussions and caved in.
But would they have ever understood our love?
or would they have named it unholy and evil.
To me , it was as pure and peaceful as the white dove,
But the rest of humanity would perceive it as a trick of the devil.
But that should not have stopped me from the fight,
the fight for my love and my belief of what is right.
For none had ever loved like we did.
For none had ever lived like we did.
The nature of our love , it was a rarity,
devoid of complexity rather it was simple and filled with clarity.
I wish I could have protected you,
Like the day when the healers tried to hurt you.
It was the first time we had met.
Seeing you there , my heart was set.
You were lying there , eyes closed , unaware of the horrors being plot,
While I discreetly poisoned them , so the blood in their brains clot.
For now you were mine and I swore to never let you go.
But later my faith shook and couldn't keep my promise so.
I regret that I could not keep my word.
But ashamed I am for the deeds I did afterwards.
For , how could I believe I could love anyone but you,
for how could I believe I could live sans you.
Not a thousand brothels , nor the whore I married
could satisfy this unquenchable thirst of passion.
The void of love grew bigger , as heavier became the guilt I carried.
For it wasn't worth living , devoid of love and compassion.
Their rosy lips , tender body , warm skin,
they were the ideal figurines of womanhood.
But what I wanted was not something akin,
for I knew our love was never to be understood.
That cold pale skin , those leathery lips , oh how they were loved.
For hours passion would lock us and love would keep us gloved.
You were incomparable and all I had ever asked.
I only wish to have known you , before you had passed.
For our love to me was a sanctuary.
Now I must embrace it for what it is.
It is perhaps time I return to the mortuary.
The necrophile must return to necropolis.
