Code of Lost Romance

The Code of Chivalry, Courage, Fortitude, {even at the risk of it going sour} in the final hour. Pour forth the honesty, the complete madness, yet your distant loyalty. To hang on to a faint spark that might yet be ember, stroked thought anew. A little bit of a late night under the starry sky. You search the eyes that once held the great northern stars glow. Though now they show the clouds and shrouds of cover veils, that has dimmed the glow. When you were raring your head and your image striking the forces of the universe. She held emptiness in her arms. Silence were the soft whisper words gone sour. Blinded you to the reflections you drew and once touched. Now nothing more than shadows with no forms. You stroked the sensual images and worldly vignettes of romance. Her arm no longer settled upon yours’, honeydew hands none to hold onto. You struck your place the victory shows upon your face. She is the form with no shadow, the glow with no diamante show. She lingered in the pathway of those sensual, vignettes unnoticed as you in your real honesty let go. Raise Fortitude, Courage, Chivalry, Honesty, for somewhere behind loyalty turned sour in this hour as romance stales and all else fails. Do not look for her shadow for she forfeited her form. Do not seek an encore for she does not feel behind the veils in her hearts core.