Wednesday, 19 December 2012
02:04:42 AM (GMT)
She whose smile brightens my day, she whose laughter calms my stay. She whose eyes
pierced my soul, she whose scent tickled my nose. She whose voice grappled my ear,
she whose visage seized my stare.
Oh delicate she who stands far and near, please do not quake when he is here. The
heretic who condemns to death, falls out of detestation into the arms of devotion.
Curt and nimble feelings of false animosity bloomed into graceful adoration, and the
hierarchy turned to the feminine Hermes who condemns the heretic.
I am the heretic who fell for the hallowed messenger, endowed with the burden of
rejected affection. My heart growls as I tame my desire, and slowly recede into the
exile I so familiarly grasp.