Love is always cursed

Oh this traitorous heart … 

how can it beat in such a way … ? 

How can it betray me 

every single time? 

Every time I turn … 

I know whatever meets my eye 

is cursed – 

– has always been … 

I see him 

and my self is all a-flutter 

– but I know it will not matter, 

never has … 

And I look at his face … 

all carved in gold, 

his hair is ebony 

with the soft glow of straw – 

but I know 

his eyes are not for me … 

No color can be ascribed 

to these eyes that have never seen me, 

nothing matters in his heart 

a great far distance 

away 

nothing of me. 

This traitorous heart of mine 

can never be quieted – 

there is nothing but 

the pain that meets my heart 

every time I look at his face – 

Oh! 

Why does this heart 

have to be so treacherous?! 

I look at him 

and this memory 

is more cruel than ever – 

why look 

if there’s nothing for it? 

Oh, this treacherous heart 

does like to taunt me … 

Love is always cursed. 

There’s nothing for it. 

Best accept it. 

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16.01.2019 copyright Lilly Lime