Solitude

Solitude — My Paramour

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Solitude is my Paramour.

For Love was not a faithful partner..

When beauty shone for the world to see,

Love held hands in happy camaraderie.

It shook in mirth, glowing with pride,

Possessing my heart, hubris in every stride.

In spring and joy, Love in his zest,

Offered me his callous chest.

Then spring turned into winter

The path was arduous, forces working to tear them asunder.

Love should have then transformed into Hercules,

Slaying the Nemean lion, the society vultures,

Love instead became the poltroon, in its eternal cowardice.

I held my head high and walked away,

From the treacherous love that led me astray.

Away from Love’s interlude,

Into the welcoming arms of Solitude.

Wilderness stands as a barrier, broad shoulders, golden locks unshorn,

Conceals my Scarlet letter from the world’s scorn.

Yes! Solitude is my paramour,

For Love was not a faithful Partner!

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