Women who have loved and lost and loved again (the breakup ode)


To the beautiful woman whose walk resembles the faithful elegance with which the moon chases the sun at dusk
You who sees in companionship depth unbound, fearless in love
You who gift your prized possessions like the sinning woman her alabaster jar of perfume at Jesus's feet 
You will love again.
Today, the moon, the brilliant moon, has set again
Disappeared
You are frustrated, it pains again
The faint of heart tell you that love no longer exists
"Where did the moon go for it has set?, they question again
Love promised a lifetime, they opine again
You consider again, why the swooning eyes that used to tend to you no longer watch
Betrayal tetters - the spiritual boils of unsurpassed and unrequited understanding, your compromising, your forgiveness
You are going to be alone again
The thought is tiring and unforgiving
Today.

In some time,
Love past the horizon, you will love again,
And again
And again.
Love will excite you again
The thought of intimate embrace will be warm again, you will make love again
Come again, wait again
Effervescent and tender, love will swallow you whole again, make you swell
Again
Because like the moon fondly chases the sun each dusk, the heavens make all things new again
You will love again, you will love again.

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