The Lover's Tale

He appraises me with his ice glare. I can almost feel the blades of his gaze piercing my soul, my heart. Wants me gone, but why does he? What have I done to him to cause this hatred? Can I even escape this fate. . . .1

Go from here, break out of the bonds of my heart. Never stay, no meories. Is this really what I want though? 2

I'll be alright, I won't cry. How can he stare at me so?3

"If you want me gone, just say so."4

Open the cage darling, let me fly away, let me hide from my heart. I want to stop the pain, even at the cost of whatever I have left. Is that better than wanting him to stay? Is that better than the eternal pain he'll leave me with?5

He just stands there, he's not going to say it. What do I do!? Tell me to be for the love of the gods! I want him to say it if it is true. I can't go until he does. . . .6

I walk across the floor to him, and place my lips upon his own. not stirr. The flame does not engulf me now, he does not respond. we just remain, two empty silhouettes of the dead lover's tale.7

My feet fall back, and my lips fall from his, I can only back away. What can I do now? He says nothing! He makes no move! Gods meesage me. . . .8

"Dear-heart, go away, let us stop this painful dance. It was fun, it was exciting, I won't say I hate you, I won't say I don't love you. All I can do is tell you to go."9

His glare cracks, and a longing tear wets his eye. What does he fear? we have had some pain, but it drives us to our better. Fear not what pain knocks, fear not what Desair heralds my love. Angel do not make me leave. . . . that's what I can say, but shall I say it?10

"Please go. . . ." He wants to turn away, he wants to hide his tears. I kiss them away. I won't say anything, only stand, let my love embrace him Aphrodite, let my love save him.11

"Dear-heart, I beg of you to leave." His voice quavers, his eyes close and do not open. The tears of pearls rolled down his alabaster flesh, his heart is calling to me while his mind denies me. Let his heart command him dear gods, let his heart conquer his follish mind.12

"Go!" He makes to strike me, but his fist stops at my cheek. It unfolds so slowly, and strokes me tenderly instead.I hold his hand, it laxes to almost fall away, but I hold it tightly. He has given me my last hope, he has given me my line with which I might draw him back to my being.13

"Go. . . ." He sobs, and falls to his knees. I cradle my love to my breast, a father to his wounded child. He has lost the fight, but I say he has won. Dear gods allow him the strength, let him fight his mind, let him fight against ignorance.14

Surrend unto my embrace, let my love wash over you. He does too, collapsed within my arms, he mutters so softly his plead I leave. I want to go. . . but the pain of losing this love is worse than the pain I give him now. 15

"Stay." I coo into his ear, kissing his cheek tenderly.16

"Go. . . ." He whispers, sobbing softly. How could he be this? For all this strength, he is just like any other mortal, he has the child in his heart. Let that child appeal to him now, and let him realize how he needs me. For I do need him. . . .17

"Stay." I assure again, I shall not allow his foolish resolve to destroy this.18

"Stay. . . ." He repeats, and kisses me. The flame engulfs us, the lover's tale goes on. Great gods, thank you for stengthening his heart. We shall go on now, and this wound shall never show its despicable face again. 19

"Dear-heart, never leave." He smiles, never such a beautiful thing has been witnessed by mortal men. His smile through a tear-streeked face, his love breakng through his sorrow. So we are unacceptable as they say, but the gods have shown their approval on this night.20

I love you, so tell me to leave if you must. I shall stay forever here with you regardless, mine own.21

"No, never will I leave." And the flame of love burns brightest, and the lover's tale goes on and on.22