To the love of my life - Part 2 - A poem

To the love of my life - Part 2 - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

At first it seemed right and my future was bright

But as time went by, I could not rely

On a love that was blind and I unable to find

Peace for my soul to make my life whole.

I was far too shy to give love a try

And she to find a friendship so kind

With a boy who knew less of a loving caress

Than a soul on the run just looking for fun.

So, I was eager to end what I did comprehend

Was trouble at last whilst I traveled so fast

Through life's domain of success and fame

That I cared less for a dream than for peaches and cream.

As so it ended in smoke and looked like a joke

Which no-one had heard and all thought absurd

Yet to me it was fine and almost sublime

As I went on to care or leave her somewhere. 

  

She left me six times for not saying her rhymes

And not telling her how smart she looked from the start

Little did she know when deserting her beau

That life would be bored without love's reward.

But the idea lingers that she slipped through my fingers
Much to my grief I would have you believe

Not for something I craved, but for how she behaved 

In the end it didn't matter that the friendship would shatter

For this, I now reflect, I was unable to act

And because of omission I deserved her rescission

To seal our love's fate which was dying of late.
And follow my desire to put out the fire.

Remember when you loose your wits on such ruse

There are no chances to make new advances

To a woman like this in a moment of bliss

And end up one day full of hate and dismay. 

Much better to stay out of her way

Than try to devise some act of surprise

And end in bad taste for a love that's gone waste

Drifting into night after a time out of sight

Yet for all I have done, be it trivial or fun

I had to endure much grief to make sure

That I never will scream when I wake from a dream

Or get in my path when I meet my next half.

Only to realize too late that it must be my fate

To carry that load for the rest of my road

And then finally die with a tear in my eye

And to put love aside as a general guide.

Let us face it today as we each go our way

That a love that has died will never abide 

And will never bring rest in our lifelong quest

Although it will rise at the smallest surprise.
When you thought it was dead but lives on instead

It is better to sell than remain in its spell

Better jump ship than remain in its grip

Far better to hide what you still feel inside

Than become so uncouth in those moments of truth

Written by me in the wee hours of night.