Beautiful Tragedy
The passion felt within, not knowing what to do,
This thought forbidden occurs again.
My heart belongs to her,
This she knows is true.
But cannot act, upon this thought
She knows not what she feels.
Forever in this state of want and need,
Neither knows the other, neither knows them self.
A dance around another occupies their time,
One who feels that she is his,
And knows not that my heart is hers.
The dance unfolds, a beautiful tragedy,
One will love, one will resent, one will never be the same.
But in the end, one thing is certain:
My heart belongs to her.
Copyright © Patrick Whitaker | Year Posted 2013
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