Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

Invisible To Her Heart

Within the shadow of her light,
it's hard to watch an angel cry.
Yet how can I not feel her hurt;
when for her, I'd willingly die?

Silhouetted against the moon,
her beauty makes it hard to cope.
And invisible to her heart,
I haunt the far fringes of hope.

Blinded by her aura's splendor,
I find I cannot look away.
She makes the brightest sunrise seem,
so ordinary and blasé.

Drowning within every tear spilt,
my heart sinks when she's feeling bad.
And though she doesn't know I care,
I cringe inside when she is sad.

But I'm her secret admirer,
for she's married to my best friend.
And we once took a solemn oath;
that we'd be brothers to the end.


(Quatrain)


8/29/2015

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Line Gauthier March 10, 2018 at 6:04 PM Ouch! Powerful portrayal of a love triangle. Superbly done, Emile. Emile Pinet March 10, 2018 at 6:59 PM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 30, 2015 at 1:38 AM Emile, the fluidity of your lines.. descriptive and tragic it is..................... beautifully written!!~Olive Eloisa =') Emile Pinet August 30, 2015 at 9:09 AM Thanks Olive, I appreciate your comments. Emile. Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 30, 2015 at 1:40 AM love the way you portray the sacrificial, asking without return attributes of loving...