The Ides of March have come and savagely, History repeats as in one moment my life of love has ended Heart bleeding wounds deep and fatal you have left me - and she is leaving The year, our year ends in sorrow with Desire's defeat All because of you and she and what the two of you have done to me my Soul - my Joy - my Spirit Who, but I, gave love to you? Who, but I, cherished you? I loved too much therein lies the answer I gave too much therein lies the pity For neither of you were, in the final, futile endings worth the pain you have imparted worth the rending of my heart "Et tu, Brute?" no more belongs to History for you and she have brought the ides of March to Love and have gathered around it as honorable women and struck it - through the heart amid the crumbling marble of Romance c1996 Thomas Lee Rhymes - written 3/17/96
Reason for writing:
A triangle of lovers and friends is over. Of the three, one loved more than the others. Of the three, one felt betrayed. Was there really Love, at all, in the triangle?
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