A Love Story
Her beauty will be known for all the ages,
Deserving of its story in these pages.
A fathomless flame in eternity rages.
A rhapsody is her name sung by Angels.
Silken hair matching the suns golden hue.
Mirror the seven seas eyes the purest blue.
Modigliani muse so natural so true.
She arrested my heart then rendered it in two.
She lured me in then toyed with me freely.
I believed I was hers, so very nearly.
With all my heart I loved her dearly.
But I was her plaything, so very clearly.
We shared a bed though not the same dream.
The taste of her tongue was
strawberries and cream.
My body and hers came together one scream.
My life was complete, or so it would seem.
Her fancy filled, a fling and nothing more.
My efforts and charms would win I was sure.
But she told all n sundry our time was a bore.
It meant simply nothing, she would see me no more.
Desired by many, though kept by none.
Boundless energy, flirtatious with some.
I beckoned, I wooed, I always left numb.
Heart foresaken wishing quietus come.
Fullness of body and bosom blinding.
I gave my heart, my Love was binding.
Rejection complete, abject despair finding.
Broken battered soul sick from deriding.
The heavens laughed to the depths of Hades.
In a wonderful world so many sweet ladies.
Loving their man and giving him babies.
The beauty I love is diseased like rabies.
Blackness eminates from the depth of her soul.
The beauty of skin has eaten me whole.
I must rid the world of this cancerous mole.
Then place her allure deep dark in a hole.
Find me her body so soul I can send.
To hell with me, eternal fire we shall tend.
Yet try as might to put her to the end.
A spell she had cast, my will could not bend.
I loved her more than my life in this world.
A viscious plan waits for me to unfurl.
Mind bent, heart broke by this pretty little girl.
Yet frozen I was against harming this pearl.
Buried in my minds blizzard of desire.
Was my lust for life, lost in a mire.
My quest for destruction of her I now tire.
Desperate last actions of mine are dire.
End my suffering, I willendeavour.
Of this I will take no great pleasure.
For I cannot live without my hearts treasure.
I sup this elixir and await the seizure.
Heart stomped has stopped at last,
Bitter breath attacks its last gasp,
Voice broken scratches one last rasp,
Life done torment finally past.
Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018
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