By Bud Koenemund
You fooled me into believing I could
Be worthy of love; a soul misled to
Think – despite previous defeats – this would
Work; that affection was given one who
Might finally requite the warmth received;
Mirroring my effort and devotion.
But, once more, this heart’s desire deceived
A mind vulnerable; lacking notions
Of treason; blind to prevarication.
Though intellect provided ample warning,
Enchantment deafened sense, and illusion
Grew quickly, obscuring misgivings.
Reality killed my
season of joy,
And lies left behind a spirit
destroyed.
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25 June 2021
From Crush to Crushed (Part I): Fooled
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02 May 2021
Believe in Love Again
By Bud Koenemund
(Written: December 2020)
I will help you believe in love again;
Make thee feel adored and celebrated;
Safe enough to surrender; free of pain;
Sans sorrow; through my affection sated.
I’ll gather the pieces from your broken
Heart; combining them with such remaining
Parts of mine; building a fire which mends
Both – forged as one by passion unrestrained.
My soul’s quest shall be to make you smile;
Holding thy hand while healing the spirit.
Let not these flowery words beguile
Your eyes – those orbs I can never forget –
But, trust in my
actions, for they will prove
This respect and devotion ‘ever
true.
07 September 2013
Words and Actions
By Bud Koenemund
For "Her."
"If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Why should I believe thy protestations
Of desire, when you let me languish –
Wandering the wasteland of rejection;
Surrounded by solitude and anguish?
Shall I take thee at thy word, while you speak
Of your heart and soul, as my own lie dead?
How can I once more leave defenses weak,
When by thee to misery I am wed?
May I suppose this Spring-like affection
Real, or will fair weather fade under cloud?
My breast remains guarded 'gainst deception,
Though I yearn for passion proclaimed aloud.
Someday I'll transcend this pain, and admit
Love found in actions, not promises writ.
For "Her."
"If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
Or if thou think'st
I am too quickly won,
I'll
frown and be perverse and say thee nay."
– William
Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (2.2)
Why should I believe thy protestations
Of desire, when you let me languish –
Wandering the wasteland of rejection;
Surrounded by solitude and anguish?
Shall I take thee at thy word, while you speak
Of your heart and soul, as my own lie dead?
How can I once more leave defenses weak,
When by thee to misery I am wed?
May I suppose this Spring-like affection
Real, or will fair weather fade under cloud?
My breast remains guarded 'gainst deception,
Though I yearn for passion proclaimed aloud.
Someday I'll transcend this pain, and admit
Love found in actions, not promises writ.
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