• zlent16 23w

    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.

    Xarmah
    ©zlent16