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~ " Au Revoir Mon Amis " ~
~ " Au Revoir " ~
Deceives, nay grieves, verily tears life apart,
‘Midst the guiled cloak and dagger of a cheating heart;
Manteau of revenge!, it’s a dish best served cold,
Should’st one dig earthen grave, yea, for two it would hold?
Man needs to cede love, without having to ask,
Do not show him the devil in an angel mask.
Would’st thou rip this façade, though it strikes him so hard,
To then play a true heart, to then casually discard?
There is promise, reliance, every day he draws breath,
Do not slay your new love, as you lend him your death.
To sweetly seduce, he’ll be deeply attracted;
As campaigns of amore, for him, are enacted;
Affection’s infection wilst clinch, firmly harnessed,
Though your role as a Duchess may wane, sorely tarnished.
Ne’er sip from the heart of a humanoid dove,
Lest she charge you with pride robed in soft fleeting love;
Woe!, she’ll fly as the condor, then’st take them away;
Raging passions of night, and the true dawn of day.
Man is valiantly challenged, to then erstwhile explain,
Why fallacious, numbed presence should leave him still sane.
Her ghost needs his thoughts to help keep her alive;
Tender feelings required, howbeit, make it still thrive.
Now’st driven to obscene, perilous baneful distraction,
Via absence of her heart’s, tender love reaction.
Lo, swain mustn’t trust his bone, flesh, marrowed blood,
To a distant flung queen, though at one time, he could.
Is she faithless? Vindictive? A chaos addictive?
Immoral or senseless? Young woman defenceless?
Let her treacherous reign be cut short, as calescent wax from thy
Candle of romance in duress, be impressed by the signet of thine ascendancy,
And its flame, duly burn the raiment of falsehoods that were dipped in cassonades of conceit.
Remain hopeful of dawn’s, yet unshone, in a future held in the lap of the master who lived ‘fore uncreated light.
Thy soul bore witness to corruption and unholy visions; stay true to its worthy silence.
Do not breed darkened thoughts in a pool of malt, for smiles shall once again be sought by honest eyes. Mirages fade, and marriage can never disguise a 3 a.m. diaper, nor a connubial earth angel’s detached wings to append and give flight to your credit cards with swipes to fell your fiscal giant. Hold on to thy sanity, health and wealth.
The gyres of the wild blue yonder shall still tarry, day and night, so never despair, for the moonlight has never refused to shine upon any debutante, for many females may satisfy hankerings of infatuation, and quieten the nightingale with her song, whilst offering bonds of merger in conjugal wedlock.
Tragedy is the beautiful wife of unrequited love; she whipped thee for revealing thine heart, now must she save her tongue for her children. Remove your honour from the noose laid by her intrigue; divorce her and send her away; save thy breath, for she sees the truth as only a lie yet undiscovered, and one cannot reason with such broken overture. The earth shall cover her face, for not all sins go unpunished in this life, as you learn to love life yet again, to unleash angel dreams and seek the consort of vicissitude, to adorn the threshold of thine expectancy.