Stories Untold III
In sickness I lay beside you in company
In thirst, I gave you water to smoother you fiery savor.
As though divine, I appeased you with peace offerings, even when my taste buds danced in urge, I denied it of fulfilling melody
There were times, many, when I wanted it all for you. Times you borrowed without recompense
Embers of days past still fresh and its menace ever near
The irony of love is slavery and its hauntings I can't alleviate
Staring at the moments brought down from the shelf of memories past
I realize, Indeed I have loved dearly
But never been loved back.