it wasn't so difficult after all
to live with decisions she'd made.
resisting the tendency wherewithal
obliquity had been delayed:
allowing obstreperous points of view
to ravage the peace in her soul,
believing obsequious "i love you",
unmindful of losing control.
it wasn't so difficult in the end
to alter the course of the past,
the intricate force of her own pretend;
to choose to be lucid at last;
dissolving illusions that mind believed
of happily after and such,
to grasp what reality might achieve
if free of the thrall of his touch.
it wasn't so difficult, yet it seemed
she'd forfeited treasure as well.
and parts of her heart that embraced the dream;
in warding off visage of hell.
but suffering love is a paradigm
no vulnerable soul can endure.
intrinsic to winning exists the crime
that pleasure is never insured.
to live with decisions she'd made.
resisting the tendency wherewithal
obliquity had been delayed:
allowing obstreperous points of view
to ravage the peace in her soul,
believing obsequious "i love you",
unmindful of losing control.
it wasn't so difficult in the end
to alter the course of the past,
the intricate force of her own pretend;
to choose to be lucid at last;
dissolving illusions that mind believed
of happily after and such,
to grasp what reality might achieve
if free of the thrall of his touch.
it wasn't so difficult, yet it seemed
she'd forfeited treasure as well.
and parts of her heart that embraced the dream;
in warding off visage of hell.
but suffering love is a paradigm
no vulnerable soul can endure.
intrinsic to winning exists the crime
that pleasure is never insured.