Love of my life - Part 3 - A poem

Love of my life - Part 3 – by P.K. Odendaal – September 2017

We got to the start of what was painful and hard

Because we had thought it was the love that we sought

And so sweet and so right for a future so bright

Which shone like the stars through our nebulae of scars

Whilst we never could see that it wasn't to be

That our short roundabout would never work out

Whilst our hopes or desires would only cause fires

In our minds and our senses until our defenses

Left us vulnerable and cold until we were old.

So this story I've told can never take hold

Of our dreams and our lives unless we despise

The things which brought pains to our hopes and our gains

Until we were shown the fragments we own

From the time we were glad to the time it went bad

Not that we knew what would later ensue.

In all of these lines you can read of the crimes

Which may have been done in the name of some fun

And before we both knew it would one day be through

Though the place and the season was never our reason

To stop it so soon in a season of bloom.

The time and the space could never replace

The joy and the grace I saw on her face

And even the love that came from above

Was never meant to keep us content

And replace all the pain which would always remain

To let us both heal from the loss we could feel

Of a love that was blind and unable to find

Some place in our soul to make our lives whole.

The fractures of old were mended by gold

Sent down as solution to our souls in confusion

For which sake our hearts had to break

And were never replaced by the turmoil they faced

Though the suffering was brief in those moments of grief

Only to turn out of late to be spasms of hate.

Whether it is early or late for real love or real hate

It now bothers me none to remain on the run

From the love I now miss in these moments of bliss

And I never would try to laugh or to cry

For the loss of the joy or the shame of a boy.

I will never return to the bridges which burn

One at a time in this season of rhyme

That has come to remain in the place of the shame

And set me full free from what had to be

And loosen the chain which still does remain

Which binds me so tight in late hours of night

Until in the end it turns me to bend

And beg for respite in these letters I write

Which made me to fight in the times of that plight.

Oh, please do not move a motion to prove

That there will be amends when this lesson ends

And goes over to applause for a heavenly cause

Which shall come to bless a soul in distress

I will kindle a fire in a heart which desire

Only to refrain from all kinds of blame

Which comes in my way by night or by day

Never able to know that the love had to grow

Before it would show the fruits born of woe

Yet still I may long to compose a new song

To conceal all the hope in places remote

Which will cover the pain which do still remain

And one day let go of the grief and the woe

Which normally start in the midst of my heart

Or sometime abide in the suffering I hide

Even so let it be like some scars that I see

In some others I know who also let go

Of a loved one they found was no more around

Who had to forget all the grief and regret

And the terrible cost of a love that was lost

And which never was meant such moments to end

The love they once found which was thought to be sound

But turned out to be a passion set free

Infatuating the mind while making them blind

And leaving them cold with their story untold

Until their fate ended in hate

And had nothing to show for those moments of woe.

Written by P.K. Odendaal