Blue Roses and Chocolates

Blue roses and chocolates have been lying there, untouched and unopen over three days now, sadly turning rejection into endless despair; even light struggles to filter through the closed window... My gifts aren't appreciated, or even remembered, and I am torn apart by disbelief and tremor: with the empitiest feeling ever contemplated; my disappointed sweetheart expected more... Perhaps a bracelet or necklace with dazzling diamonds, would have made her definetely happy like any circus' clown; if love lusts after material and insignificant things, it has no sentimental value in itself, only a monetary one... Uncaring and silent, with a blank and wandering look that disfigures the divine face I admired and worshiped always, my embittered darling is overwhelmed with vanity, touching her neck; sensing visions of glamour and imagining the feel of sapphires... Everything I gave her was given out of kindness, and my blue roses and chocolates should be a gift of the kindest of souls offering the simplest things; and isn't her greed more implacable than a sullen sky full of rage? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci