Speak Not To Me

Speak not to me of love, I cannot bear to hear The fervent pleas you stoop to whisper in my ear Speak not to me proclaiming staunch fidelity Or how you will adore me through eternity Speak not of how your love is stronger now by far Than what it was before, so I must lift the bar Speak not in vows regarding purity Of how you swear to worship me, and only me I've heard confessions of this sort quite oft before, No proof are they of love, I'll show you now the door My heart has bled enough, I want the pain to end Our love has run its course, why must I now pretend While you were loving her, he started loving me My broken heart he healed and showed me ecstasy The shroud of pain you gave, he turned to joyous gown My head with kisses wreathed and gifted me a crown His ravished all the places unbeknownst to you Each fantasy he played, each dream he made come true His tongue, it sweetly roamed to each delicious place Our bodies fused in rhythm, lost to time and place Speak not of sad regrets and turning back in time Of seeking to recapture love that was sublime Each night he speaks to me in passion's lovely rhyme With heart and soul I speak and tell him he is mine! For Georgio V's Iambic III Contest This is written in Iambic hexameter October 6, 2014 Eileen Manassian