Ancient Love Story
To burn the heart, already on fire.
He can see her face, when he holds her in her arms.
He cannot make any assumptions, of her feelings toward him.
This is only gas for the fire.
Why cant she love him, as much as he loves her?
Or perhaps petty observations, of her time in arms of another
surpassing the time of his.
Listening to the music, that only reminds him of her beauty
and how intangible it is.
Wondering minds would insist he's taken place in her heart.
He would terribly disagree.
This should be drastically below him.
All the typical human interaction, is hardly worth his attention.
Certainly does not grasp the worthiness of his time.
Anger rises as he realizes how unnecessary it is, to bare through this.
So why is he still here?
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
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