I'm sure some time ago, the idea would have been rejected.
The idea unaccepted, while you remained the ignored subject.
But you waited for me to pick up and wield the most beautiful weapon.
The love of my life, now extracting the contents of her heart with admiration.
Flowing flat into a solid wall of steel. I watch the lust fall to shadows.
Streaming with steamy-thick lines of smoke as my heart remains hollow.
For the surface blocking, was the protection of my own knowings...
Of pain and of sorrow, I continue to love through with hardships to follow.
How could I start such a battle... Such a feasting of souls and of lives.
For I have wasted your own, my dear. I have deprived you of a long life.
Now, after losing your world, you try to survive without it on nothing.
You no longer hold love, for it has been ripped from you like rags of clothing.
A soon-to-be a homeless widow without much known to thee
except for what I had for you to endure.
Sure, I can surpass this. I've done it before with my strong mental ability.
But no longer will I leave you to the streets without stability.
Knowing that I loved you is enough for me to keep you in my heart.
Through a break up, or long dynasty spent apart.
I will always love the ones who love me in return
and I will offer them all I have until the day my hopes are burned.
Know that what I did was horrid and terribly wrong.
But you waited for me to pick up and wield the most beautiful weapon.
The weapon of love. Foolishness and desire intertwine tonight,
for the outcome is an illusion of aged wine and fine dining delight.
Drunk as hell two hours later. No regret stands for we had a marvelous run.
However, I die to say, that the battle within has just begun.