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Closeted spirit, I use to fear it,
Closing doors, denying belief
Relief came in grief, no longer denying
Existing on fathoms reached, upon retreat
No deceit, from my creeps, ethereal beseeched
I reached for love, no longer loving a past
Went past, by-passed familiarity, known face in peculiarity
Not quite easy, I be easy, recalling how easy it was to please me
She moved on in countenance, respect for her stance of sustenance
My consequence was but a comeuppance, to recompense, love suspense
Not knowing how to respond, living out expectations, great and dismal
Mesmerized epistle, volition was but a face worn from constant contemplation
Yet hearts’ speak in codes, easy to decipher, if the ego implodes
On such bended knee, my stance in our romance, is exposed
I still survive her turn away, for the life of me, I still can’t quite shake
A heart’s call to reconsider, the turbulence of a love long lost, on account of its wake!
She remains a mystery in the enigma that is awoken, but to me her love will always be devotion!
