Dear Heart, within the chiaroscuro of existence,
You, my enduring Numen, pulsate with Verlainian persistence.
Sculpted by moments of Liebestod, you brave the dance,
Between life’s warm adoration and the icy grip of chance.
Each beat echoes through the silent chambers of space,
Voyaging through the shadows, a Takotsubo chase.
Yet in dark realms of affection, you did mislay,
Among wolves of deceit, a price too hefty to pay.
In shadows of hope, your faith did seep,
Where love’s apparition promised dreams, yet didn’t keep.
Unveiling the essence of your serene sheen,
Only to be veiled by clouds of what could’ve been.
The ballet of love-death you deftly glanced,
But I, the libertine conductor of fate, perchance,
Led you to a theater of dismay, eyes on stars ablaze,
In the game of love, through missteps and false praise.
I allowed veils of ego to obscure the dawn,
Where truth sat quietly, patiently withdrawn.
You, a vessel of boundless depths, I let drift,
Upon seas turbulent, a cruel, tempestuous shift.
Amid the cascades of whimsical flings, I let you sink,
Into the abyss of disingenuous ink.
I stirred not the mellow waters of defense,
But fueled the storm of love’s cruel pretense.
In the vast domain of existential strains, you tread,
Yet through each trial, a glimpse of hope spread.
Glimpses of love’s truth in sorrow’s guise,
A hope that breathes as reality denies.
In the aftershock of past gales, you remain,
With veins of patience easing the pain.
The quintessence of endurance, a clandestine decree,
A narrative unfolding, supple yet free.
As the layers of our being peel away, anew,
With harmonies of melancholy, but rhythm true.
I pledge a tune of compassion to sustain,
A hymn of awareness, in sunlit lanes, to regain.
Now, I dwell at the cusp of enlightenment, seeking solace divine,
Tracking trails of gentle winds, your trust to find.
With humility, I approach love’s torrential sea,
Yearning for a dance with destiny, a cadence of glee.
Your transient meter, a symphony sublime,
An ode to existence, through the lens of rhyme.
In the melody of love-death, may we find,
A liberating echo, transcending the undefined.
As we stride into the untouched, unknown,
May our spirit flourish, in love’s tender tone.
For in the expanses of existence, vast and unbound,
A resonant chord, together we’ve found.
May our tale reverberate through love’s timeless halls,
A tale of resilience, that softly enthralls.
Each stride a chapter, in love’s relentless quest,
Our endless voyage, in delicate flow expressed.
Ivy McRae, a literary-romantic fiction author, specializes in short stories, poetry, and novellas that explore love, loss, and identity. With a direct and poignant style, her works offer a fresh perspective on the complexities of human relationships. To stay updated, follow @IvyMcRae@mastodon.social on Mastodon.