Denouement

I cannot think of red roses

Or boxes of chocolates right now;

There's no romantic dinners

Or strolls by the beach after dark.

It hurts too much to be hopeful

When it's unrealistic and unwise.

My heart will not take the rejection

Nor the knowing without having to ask.

I must sleep alone in this bed

As I have always done.

There can be no other option

And I cannot wish for more.

If I believed in God I would pray

But that seems a futile exercise

When the air cannot hear my pleas

Nor respond with anything by sighs.

I so desperately want to fill

The void in my soul right now,

But hopes and dreams melt away

Until I am cold and alone once more.

In my darkest hour

In my darkest hour

     You shone a light

     A beacon bright

     In the deep, dark night

You returned the smile to my voice

With barely a word from your lips,

You dried my tired, aching eyes

From across the breadth of the city,

You eased my mournful heartache

Simply by thinking of me,

You calmed my racing thoughts

And I cannot even tell you.

In my darkest hour

     You were always there

     A love beyond compare

     Showing that you care

You comforted me

Without need to play the fool,

You embraced me

From the other end of the phone,

You soothed me

Simply by speaking to me,

You reassured me

And I cannot return the favour.

In my darkest hour

     You healed me

     A gift from thee

     Expecting no fee

Inconceivable

Inconceivable

That I may aspire

To such lofty heights

In heart and mind

As those ill-fated lovers,

Romeo and Juliet.

Intolerable

That I should abandon

Any dream-filled notion

Of finding my prince,

Charming or otherwise,

From within these walls.

Inconsequential

That I should be left

Alone and wandering

Through fields of jealousy

For a prize not mine to win

No matter my desire.

What sight for sore eyes

What sight for sore eyes

Stands before me now;

What grand majesty

Before which I must bow?

Do I dare to look,

Captured by a glance;

Incomplete without you,

Your magnificent countenance?

The sound of my heart

Echoes in my ears;

Its beat ever raging,

Racing faster than my fears.

Your smile reassures me,

Your touch calms my nerves.

I am yours, only yours;

It is you my soul serves.