Forever
Why do you love me, future seed, past flower
When I reminesce on deeds, on future glower
The flower of my youth was but a future forlorn
The seed of my present a tear unborn
Past loved what? - thought my potential amassed
Future possible, because of what's now passed
Thinkest thou because my fortune is set
That a mate I make, pecunii* well bet
Can I be matched for love? no, foolish
For this is a world of cynic, of wish
Could you love me for my brain?
If there were no fortune, no money-train?
My soul as thus it cannot be
For flawed am I, I am only me
I believe in myself, and all that's behind me
And cannot fathom any progress, intent, ashore lee*
So how long will you linger and seek the jewel
Which most assuredly is not me, who am but a fool
We hid in school corridors and loved for a bit
Then you found someone better, thus history is writ
Again we met and for two years comforted
Two stormy personas, some sweet time afforded
Now is six months of flirt, sobbing agony
Of depression avert, of mobbing, antimony*
So what is next, my friend, my lover?
Shall we consummate, or as thus hover?
I wait for the end, the ultimate climax
Yet I fear 'tis in vain, my heart under axe
This is the moment I shall now treasure
As the beginning of doom, or my final... forever
pecunii - Latin - money
ashore lee - the side of something that is sheltered from
the wind (understood herein to mean safe, a wise
investment)
Antimony - a metal not found alone
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