HE STILL LOVES ANOTHER
by
Tanya Turner
HE STILL LOVES THE OTHER
His love belongs to me.
But not entirely.
For his love radiates,
In the direction of another.
He flocks to her,
Like a moth to the light.
But the light has not yet revealed,
The shadows behind her mask.
Her mask, a face of smiles and humour.
It turns to hate and immaturity towards less fortunates.
But his prismatic eyes can sense the lies.
As he refocuses his attention.
With the forgiveness of the messiah,
I accept the prodigal daughter.
But celebrations are of a new accord,
For no lamb will be brought to slaughter.
As I hold him in my arms,
His body heat flows into mine.
And I think to myself,
"It was worth it."
His love belongs to me.
But not entirely.
For his love radiates,
In the direction of another.
He flocks to her,
Like a moth to the light.
But the light has not yet revealed,
The shadows behind her mask.
Her mask, a face of smiles and humour.
It turns to hate and immaturity towards less fortunates.
But his prismatic eyes can sense the lies.
As he refocuses his attention.
With the forgiveness of the messiah,
I accept the prodigal daughter.
But celebrations are of a new accord,
For no lamb will be brought to slaughter.
As I hold him in my arms,
His body heat flows into mine.
And I think to myself,
"It was worth it."
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Poetry.com 4.2 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
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well done!!! i love it. please check out : http://poetry.com/poems/401379
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Very heartfelt and moving
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A touch different from the approach taken by most who tackle this theme.
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Good expression of emotion.
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Very heartfelt, people can not be what they seem.
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