poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

The tears rolled down her young cheeks without restraint, smearing the black kohl of her modesty as her small world fell to pieces She proclaimed her eternal love for me; said she couldn't live without me A lifetime later she would understand I was nothing... but just then I was resplendent, the Helios of her cosmos I never was anything until that day, nor was I ever again worth a thought Such was her gift, that if only for a brief moment, I mattered. I broke her heart in return... but that is divine will For me it was too late - by the time our eyes met I had petrified For her it was too early - her chemistry had just begun The cruelty of Eros And we lament the timing, the magic that never was, the brevity of light in a world of darkness [25-IX-2013]
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