Faux Love

Go on Now

Once upon a time, in days gone by, I was young and kissed by the sun

I met you, married, untrue, unhappy and blue, older than I by a long run

The temperature high, love on the fly, living a lie, that, the sum of our union

Hope eternal, not paternal, reminders maternal, we took our communion

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You took your leave, religion, you grieve, onto your wife you must cleave

Leave, then, just leave, I learned not to plead, you were not mine to grant freed

Bound I was not, to conventional plot, not by a long shot, no grant was reprieved

I moved down the line, accepting your sign, love not mine, no illusion conceived

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You dared, on a whim, to try again, a tale to spin, your cavalier grin, in place

Disarming and charming, I recognized swarming, taking the smile from your face

You taught me well, a special hell, guilty tears, hot that fell, not a place of grace

Go away now, no need to endow, honor your vow, my life is now mine to embrace

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epigramman 6 years ago

..well you have certainly become a poetic dream weaver - and it definitely shows here .... which I think is your best presentation thus far ....... it's also obvious that you can bring great joy and conviction to your unique language and choice of words - and words are very much smitten by you and long to be in your special company ....... indeed!


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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Aw shucks, Epi. Now you leave me speechless...well, almost. Thank you for your very special comments. I do hang on them, you know?


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

Epi said it all, Amy. I'm enchanted by your words and waiting for more. Brava!


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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear drbj, Your reviews, like Epi's, are always a source of great pleasure. I admire your writing tremendously and consider it the greatest compliment that you give my work your attention. I am anticipating the interview of Dracula....Bring it on!


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

Seduction is like dark chocolate, bittersweet. Although we lose a little bit of ourselves when making mistakes, it should help us become stronger and smarter. Thank you for sharing this.


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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Although I am not a stupid person, I am about love. I just can't get it right. Do you have an experiment that can at least show me what it is, A.A. Zavala so I recognize it if he comes knocking on my door?


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A.A. Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

Amy, I'm honored that you would think I'm a scientist. My academic writings are a formal presentation of my work in college, but if you read more of my hubs you'll know that at times I'm not all that bright. Let me just say that I too have picked forbidden fruit off of another's tree. And yes, it was the sweetest thing I ever had. At least at the time; but then I realized beyond the fit of passion there wasn't much left afterwards. And even after that I still didn't learn my lesson. However, after reading this I now know I'm not alone in looking for lasting love. I will say this, if and when we find true love, lets compare notes to make sure it's real. Deal?


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Amy Becherer 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Sounds like a good plan to me, but I will argue with your statement about your intellect. You got it...a truly analytical, brilliant mind. I didn't learn my lesson either. I'm closer now, though, to deciphering what is good and what is bad for me. It is different for men and women. It's never a fit of passion that hooks me in, although the passion is there, in spades, but my brain plays tricks on me. Whereas, you are able to recognize there wasn't much left afterwards, I conjure and mistake my attachments for love. That's where the hurt is at for me. What ultimately disgusts me is that I have more balls than the men I've endowed with imaginary qualities. Although, they want to pretend with me to fulfill their agenda, they haven't enough courage to make the changes necessary to make it a real relationship. Most likely, they don't want a relationship or they'd try with their spouse or drum up the guts to leave. I always feel lucky in the end to not be the one they are with...because they don't really want to be where they are. Conundrums of a Cuckold

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