Cyrano
"So Cyrano", I asked, so many years ago.
"Do you miss your love on these darkest nights?"
We were passing time during a battle's lull.
I, had long known his most secret thoughts,
although in the dark I could not see his face
I could feel the pain that I knew was there.
Pain twin to mine, but longer in time and space.
Asking only because I too missed a loved one here.
The answer came as from a roiling cauldron.
"I know who I am and how I am seen by others.
I know this world's values and on me it would frown
to see my ugly visage next to one who gathers
the world's virtues around her. I work, I battle, great things I plan
in vain hope to change the man I am." We all have our Roxanne.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
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