The falling,shrivelled petals of a love once fair,now cursed like the north wind.
She screams and i move back.
It is her own battle not mine.
It is now that logic stills emotion.
I shall not back down.
She is but a shadow now, virtue long lost.
Hate and anger have become her wine.
Envy holds her in it's green grip.
I look on and see nothing where the woman i once loved stood.
The embers are still burning.
I will still forgive her if she comes back.
But alas! I know i lie to myself.
She will not come back; not to a love this pure.
Was this always there?
Her hunger for 'physical adventure'
Sadly, i know not.
But i know this.
Her heart is now empty and dark.
Her soul is now a playground for evil.
Her mind is a twisted branch.
But o why should i be cursed to love her.
I see clearly, my heart pretends not to.
I will love and shall retreat.
I will watch from afar and my soul shall groan with pain.
But i will watch.
It is her own choice, her curse, my regret.
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