A Wonderous Virtue
I have had my heart torn to pieces
From inexplicable pain and devotion,
Sown seeds of trust and reaped distrust,
I have gardened it, in dry stormy deserts and in green plains,
And garnered nixes as deserved and underserved,
I have grown fonder in loneliness, yet attached,
Earned pain and immortal reminiscence,
I have had mine broken, as I may have broken others,
Reaped a share of emotional intoxication,
I have let my passion flow, into bottomless pits,
Yet, in all this madness, I find no wondrous virtue,
Than to love, be it in the rains or in the suns,
Inconsiderate of its start or its end.
Copyright © Alfonce Choi | Year Posted 2022
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