On Love's Betrayal

11/10/07

Now the cruellest blow is struck

For one who loved without reserve,

Who offered self and deeper self,

Received in turn betrayal, death

Of all once beautiful and true.

Love once thought invincible

Was severed as the cord of life

As a mother's the umbilical

Severs to bring new life to earth.

But mine is not new birth but pain

Of separation and deceit.

I was one who loved unknowingly

Of wisdom's guidance unaware

Unstruck by truth's lightning rod

Who gave as only soul can give,

Weighed not another's love on scales

That measure the giver and the gift

Finding one inadequate.

For all that mind and heart can vow

Love's true gift needs not return

Nor pleasure seeks to pleasure giv'n.

But the world is a bowl of doubt and guile

From which we eat the bitter frit

And fall from Grace though we must rise

Above misgivings and distrust,

Abandon negativity.

And though we fall ten thousand times

We do not have the right to fail,

The luxury to live with grief.

Behind this frail and false faade

Or godlike nature waits its hour

To mould the human form divine.