1210 hrs March 12th 2007

Oh Venus

Goddess of Love.

You exist

but in my mind

and my soul.

A figment

of the imagination,

a vision

of the heart's desires.

A fantasy

recreated,

An imagery

conjured.

If I were to say

I truly loved you

and want you

to be mine,

what's is it to you?

The empty silence

of the walls in our bedroom

cry out

its wailing despair

in another night

of solitude.

All evidences have shown

I am still alone,

You've crept away

from my life

without saying

goodbye.

And we still choose

not to talk

about it.

Choosing to let us

die a slow and prolonged

death.

Once

I saw love

in your smile,

Now

I see mockery.

As you laugh

at my valiant attempts

to attain

the unattainable.

I'm fighting things

I cannot see,

maybe its my destiny

I am changing.

When I think back

of that night,

when you planted

your first kiss,

so gentle

so adoring.

I knew all along

it was never meant to be

it was too good

to be true.

So again,

I'm fighting things

I cannot see,

maybe its my destiny

I am changing.