So Be It

I keep on writing of it As if, by doing so, It would bring it back I keep on musing of it Even if the end result Was that my heart Got broken into millions Of irrecuperable pieces! And if the world shall shame me For doing so, If the world shall rebuke me For doing so, Then shall I say to it That I am made of mystical love And life, As you know it, Based on mundane physical grounds Is not for me! I shall also say to it That since it is made of variety It should be able to understand The difference that is in me Since, All children are unique And have in them, An original version Of that which God made them be! Why, I can help it not I shall keep writing of it Even if it is now, Fumes and vapour Dissipated into thin air Meant to be forgotten And to be left, Somewhere, In the warmth of the past! Still, I shall cling not to it For love, When true, allows the beloved To thrive as he would want And if loving him Requires the acceptance Of his indifference for my feelings, Then, So be it!