To you I gratefully render all the credit, though it seems you'd sooner take the blame. But how can I besmirch thee, when you've given life to he who bears my name. There was too much noise in our entanglement, no privacy that we could call our own. I suppose I can believe that you were Heaven sent, for sharing precious moments, though not a home. And now, so hard to leave it all behind, but I've been left without a choice. I need to have my peace of mind, and let go the sweet sound of your voice. I pray that God will bless you many fold, and keep you warm and safe from harm. I'll dream of you often as I grow old, of your wisdom, your grace, and your charm. For Marilyn.
Reason for writing:
It seems that Love, like Beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, let alone his heart. I'm told that I fell in love with an illusion, and that I was only in love with the idea of love. Whatever it was, it was real, at least for me. But romantic love is a two way street, and I'm the only car in this cul-de-sac. So I'm reversing out, and going about my business. I think unrelenting pursuit of the unattainable is called obsession, and that is not a healthy option, for me or anyone else. It's always important to know when to quit.
I've posted many poems on these cyberpages, and devoted a lot of time and effort in pursuit of an unrequited love. So this will be the last poem I post, as I now get on about my life. I guess if you can love someone or something, you can love someone else too. Time will tell. I've overcome many hurdles in my pursuit, and that's been the making of me. WIth the support of my family and friends, there's life in them thar hills. They seem to be getting closer, and I hope that's not an illusion. At least I know for sure that I'm out of the woods.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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