Love and Her

Her love built up and strengthened by benevolence
had no sunset in which to perish.
She would shout words to the sky,
words that spoke of her ever-lasting love,
a love that even angels coveted to own, to embrace tightly.
She would dance and sprinkle petals of roses to the earth itself,
and would walk fearless through the moors,
under a sublimng starred sky night.
Love sustaing her soul, and her heart which was open to the world,
but this same love love slowly got feasted on by jealousy and misery,
jealous of her perfect love that would fly around, flapping its wings,
jealous of her white joy.
Love itself let shadows of sadness claw their way into her soul, into her heart,
and within her they dwelled,
whithering her dreams, and feeling and her love.
Love itself in its most selfish and mercyless estate overpowered her,
and whipped her back with whips of darkened dreams, sorrow and deep pain,
that would make her heart shrink and bleed.
Love itself abhorred her in such an utmost and utter fashion,
that the blood in her veins would dry away,
and her soul would be cast into desolation with an agonising feeling.
Her love and benevolence were prey of Love's voltures,
and all that was left of her was just a lugubriuos memory...


RQ
Moscow
5/5/10