armistice to malady

Faceless beauty,
soulless, flavorless
they are everywhere,

once they did entreat me,
since her, they exhaust me.

One shape, one body at peace again,
one night, complete, together again

armistice to malady, amity to aversion,
reprieved transgression, restored passion
adulation, adoration
proclivity in enchantment
frailty in admission

her sweet smile prays let lips do what hands do
Juliet’s two blushing pilgrims I must resist trough
a night feeling her breath caress her estuary,
though she sleeps their will be no rest for me

bittersweet, our two  hands clasp then part,
then had I to collect the shards of my heart,

I leave but a single kiss upon her velvet hand,
then to face the world, the doleful sky so bland

still I love, though I tried to hate,
but this time she will have to wait,
I will not play the game anymore
until she finally can close the door,

I have no choice but to wait,
I love her and can’t negate.

Her eyes
her voice
her sent
her laughter

and when she smiles I know

I still love her.  

I still love you.