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To Live For Love

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He is sat in a wingback chair in his study
The gardens are stretched out before him
He watches her smile and move and be
His house guest.

He leans further back, but feels no comfort in it
A weary sigh pierces the silence
She is bending down, picking yellow daisies
His ideal woman.

Two long decades ago marked their meeting
He now knows her quirks, her scars and fears
And her hopes. Though she cannot see all of his
His dearest friend.

He gazes as intently, as revering as usual
The Sun lends a glow to her honey-wheat strands
Could she ever understand how she transfixed him?
His lone desire.

It is torture as he roams over her rose-petal face
Her eyes glimmer, her lips curve. His breath is robbed
She does not know how enchanting she is
His only thought.

He hides his head and mind in large trembling hands
But she is etched in his imperfect person
She does not see the love he harbours
His dream.

He will, soon perhaps, be in another realm
He likes to think she will place orchids by his marble slab
And though he had never believed it before, he hopes he shall feel her
His world.

He stops midway - leafs through pages and recalls acquaintances
She will need someone; truly loyal and kind and perfect
And she may fall in love with one of these gents
His soul mate.

He rubs at his eyes when the ink slides down words
Names cross his lips but neither sound right alongside hers
Because it should be his. She should be his.
His only redemption.

There is nothing but empty hopes in his pained mind
And her name and her face and her goodness
None of which will he live to hold
His weakness.

He drops to his knees, his face crumpled with defeat
With eyes shut tightly though the floor still grows wet
But he will live until he can give her away
His only wish.

He sees her stroll down the pebbled path
He will one day watch her pledge herself to another
She will not fathom the expression he will wear
His heartbreak.
Written for ScullReaper's Writing Contest.

I think it speaks for itself, but if you have any questions then i'd be glad to answer.

EDIT- Tuesday 31st January
I regret there was not more contact between us than just this poem, Kifa.
I hope you rest in peace.
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xXpoetryXx's avatar
best of luck to u~ i love this ^_^