the maiden in the ivory tower

has one heard the folly tradesmen’s murmurs?

alluring my wandering heart with an elusive whisper:

rumor be past the veil of verdant groves,

abide a lone maiden none betrothed:

they claim her vision of grace none have come to face,

and she weeps, alone, locked away.

therein the valiant and brave have dared to scour,

in a courageous search of her ivory tower.

but each have returned less than incomplete,

faltering great pride in a miserable defeat,

for such an embodiment of elegance,

is revealed to be unmoved of rejection.

her unfettered heart hasn’t need of saving;

truth offers her mind and soul as truly unwavering,

and so enchanting she may seem, 

only aloof and recluse she shall be,

and having caught this hush, I shall wonder,

what may be of her and no other.

love-hate letter

i think even battered, you’re beautiful—

something complex must be beautiful.

longing into those dreary eyes,

listening closely to your heavy sighs,

i have wondered desperately what plagues you.

wondering so desperately, my heart twists resentfully,

i ache from your empty thoughts,

my eyes weep for the nothings lost,

my heart weighs from your heavy heart—

i can’t bear your pain, can’t bear you all the same.

but i’ll love you,

and i’ll still love you.

love, you.