Forced My Hand
Forced my hand!
After being scourged, scorched, sored and sold by love, l was no more a believer for she was a deceiver!
The nights l wept alone expecting roses from a company of two, oh what a fool!
She was my queen, to him a quean.
I asked for the truth when she kissed me good morning coming from him or them, her voice quavering with Lies...
So l quaffed the whiskey and gin just to feel sane, l Let her go.... Why was l too blind not see beyond the illusion that is Love?
Months, years and a decade later...
I am renewed, my thought process refreshed, positivism my state of mind no longer posessed by the venomous pliant of romance.
Then there was that gentle lady!
Thy heart once again after a long time became pliable.
Like a parvenu, l had to overcompensate for all the times it rained in my soul... so l fell for you!
You made sense like the sun rising in the morning,
She was the definition of perfection. Which made me a participative partisan to her campaign into my heart....
I could not let a goddess slip through my time line,
Yes l was no more a believer yet l needed a deliverer just to be inspired, you see Love can be a beautiful illustration with no restriction.
Here l go, on my knees invigorated by you, what you do, how you move, invocation as l give in.... a diamond prepared for your finger the death of a bachelor!
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