The Mistress

She had stood there,long enough for a verse Standing at the window drowned in a world she could only see Life had given her bitter herbs to drink All her strength had been sucked up She was like a lost silhouette I could feel the lamentations,strong enough to crash a wall She had come that evening sobbing The sobs then turned to wailing Passed by me only to feel the air push behind her That could crash down a chameleon on a feeble twig She had been touched in her soft spot And her heart was bleeding Her heart had been pricked the most No kisses could sooth her,her hearts tenderness furnished The world was too cruel for her The spice of her life had looked her down The one her love for him was beyond passion and transcended all ages The one she sighed for contentedly as they kissed And now the anger ranged in her Bang!she locked us away and slept Waking up early in the morn Too icy and iffy But she couldn't feel the cold It was a time for her dizzy spells I noticed a sparkle in her eyes and grinned It was a sparkle of hatred Now a beauty like hers was just but a curse The twirling ice had covered her But she was not feeling it at all Tears pricking behind her eyes She was now a romantic orphan Not even a tale of the aiels could calm her She laid down on the ice like a bear Twisting wildly beneath the twigs,arching and tossing hands The talons of love had marked her I gathered her to myself Shivering from the coldness wishing for death to swallow her I felt haunted by my love for her as a friend The silence was preceded by a long laughter She had felt i cared for her A wry smile tugged at her mouth's corners She now could love herself nothing to send her senses again on a dizzy whirl