La Douleur Exquise

Written: February 12, 2016.

My eyes lay upon several beautiful women everyday, but none can keep my attention.

Except when they are met with a certain captivating goddess that requires no mention. 

Every aspect and detail that my eyes encode are treasured and appreciated with perfect retention. 

If only I had the right words to tell her this, if only I had the right weapons to kill the apprehension. 

But how could I ever compete with so many other guys that surround her frequently.

How would I ever show her that out of all of them, I would be the only one to treat her decently. 

I had nothing else to look forward to until I was blessed with her presence quite recently.  

Instead of offering her a night of romance, I'd offer an eternity of happiness and execute it immediately. 

Of course I'm not perfect and probably don't deserve someone so pure and sincere.

I'm better off pursing other girls since she won't notice me from a far only barely when I'm near. 

But I'll wait patiently for the time of day when I'm able to fully express all my emotions loud and clear. 

To me she is the kind of person that makes life worth living and at the same time, makes it hard to be here. 

Been in this position before, where I offer my bare back and not just my clothes. 

With no more blood left in my hands, I should have no problem picking this rose. 

But how will ever I prove to her that I have love that becomes more ardent the more it shows, 

If there is f**k boys as far as her gorgeous eyes can see, with me right her under perfect nose. 

What else could I say, shes everything I could ask for and a gem in terms of special.

I find myself drugged in captivation by her appearance as if something ran in my vessel. 

I know her on a personal level, unlike many casual relationships that have not a drop of potential. 

She demonstrates a glimpse that lies in her unconscious personality that is just as gentle. 

In the process of writing this poem, it pains me to say she is now happily taken. 

I dodged a bullet, since I was prepared to build my entire future around the mistaken. 

At the climax of our connection, I was too late to take charge of the love that's now forsaken. 

Still, it's a joyous sensation to know that love exists within her new chapter she will now partake in. 

However; I'm stuck with this pivotal information, and she definitely has a right to know. 

Should I reveal my feelings and express how much she means to me as a gift for me to bestow?

I could ruin their relationship, her boyfriend is my friend too, and I can't induce them into vertigo. 

I'll just keep it to myself, their happy together and as long as she is, my blessings is the only thing I owe. 

La Douleur Exquise epitomizes what English can't sum up in just a simple phrase. 

Even though she'll probably never be mine, that won't stop me from loving her, always. 

I could spend Valentines day with someone else and start a relationship in just a matter of days. 

But I want no one else, if I can't have her, nobody can have me; alone and proud with my chin up and raised.