Forever

Why do you love me, future seed, past flower When I reminesce on deeds, on future glower The flower of my youth was but a future forlorn The seed of my present a tear unborn Past loved what? - thought my potential amassed Future possible, because of what's now passed Thinkest thou because my fortune is set That a mate I make, pecunii* well bet Can I be matched for love? no, foolish For this is a world of cynic, of wish Could you love me for my brain? If there were no fortune, no money-train? My soul as thus it cannot be For flawed am I, I am only me I believe in myself, and all that's behind me And cannot fathom any progress, intent, ashore lee* So how long will you linger and seek the jewel Which most assuredly is not me, who am but a fool We hid in school corridors and loved for a bit Then you found someone better, thus history is writ Again we met and for two years comforted Two stormy personas, some sweet time afforded Now is six months of flirt, sobbing agony Of depression avert, of mobbing, antimony* So what is next, my friend, my lover? Shall we consummate, or as thus hover? I wait for the end, the ultimate climax Yet I fear 'tis in vain, my heart under axe This is the moment I shall now treasure As the beginning of doom, or my final... forever pecunii - Latin - money ashore lee - the side of something that is sheltered from the wind (understood herein to mean safe, a wise investment) Antimony - a metal not found alone