Blue Roses and Chocolates
Blue roses and chocolates have been lying there,
untouched and unopen over three days now,
sadly turning rejection into endless despair;
even light struggles to filter through the closed window...
My gifts aren't appreciated, or even remembered,
and I am torn apart by disbelief and tremor:
with the empitiest feeling ever contemplated;
my disappointed sweetheart expected more...
Perhaps a bracelet or necklace with dazzling diamonds,
would have made her definetely happy like any circus' clown;
if love lusts after material and insignificant things,
it has no sentimental value in itself, only a monetary one...
Uncaring and silent, with a blank and wandering look that
disfigures the divine face I admired and worshiped always,
my embittered darling is overwhelmed with vanity, touching her neck;
sensing visions of glamour and imagining the feel of sapphires...
Everything I gave her was given out of kindness,
and my blue roses and chocolates should be a gift
of the kindest of souls offering the simplest things;
and isn't her greed more implacable than a sullen sky full of rage?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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