She glowed, ethereal and tragic,
An angel fallen from grace,
But I was drawn to her magic.
Her eyes were translucent and distant,
A pearl washed ashore,
But I saw a shadow there, something of a misfit,
Despite all the warning signs,
I charged on, closed my eyes.
For all the pain we endured,
Bleeding hearts on marble floors,
I feel I will never be cured
Of this addiction,
Constant need!
Love’s affliction.
Nevertheless, I would take the sting
Of 1,000 knives,
If only it meant we could stay
In each other’s lives.
Hidden Jules 