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True Love A Metaphor

I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart forever. Unmistakably undeniably undoubtedly I love you and as such is beyond contestation.  
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me, I drop down to my knees helpless and begin to weep;
I know you are leaving me as many before you have done, never to return until you are lifeless, until your body lay dead at my feet. I whisper into his ear softly do not forget me
I reach for him and tell him to take this
and yes keep it safe! I place something wet
into his outstretched hand
Now frightened and lost for words
he looks at me and wonders for a moment;
not knowing why he starts to cry
streaks of fear now scar his cheek
he wipes his face and tells me to come to him
I go to him to ease his pain
Innocently he uncurls his fingers
and looks down to find
A blood-filled stain in the palm of his hand;
he looks at me once more as if to say
I understand-you my love,
forever and always...
Solemnly, lovingly and with great pain
I return his gaze with a wry grin and say;
you have been granted the greatest gift of all
a piece of my heart, for all of eternity
remember me my love,
remember me always.

Copyright 2006 M. Doucette  
All rights Reserved
Written by Zazzles (Broom)
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2021
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