“Your lips must taste like cherries, so wild and yet so sweet,
I would caress them softly like they’re my precious treat,
And in this dance of passion, my heart would skip a beat…
Only one kiss, that’s all I ask!
Take off that mask…”
He pleaded with his love, the girl with eyes like fire,
Her beauty was his curse – from distance to admire,
Now deeper than the ocean was his repressed desire!
So tender and so frail,
Behind the veil.
Oh, if you really love me, please, never ask again!
Don’t make me feel this sadness, don’t take me through this pain!
You’ll bring the storm inside me, I’ll cry with acid rain!
Just stay away, stay far!
I wear a hidden scar.
He smiled and kissed her fingers, their perfume to inhale.
“I swear, my darling sweetheart, I’ll never gonna fail!
My bride you’ll be for ever and love shall now prevail!
Your soul I will embrace…
Show me your face!
With trembling hands, denying the doubt inside her heart,
The mask that was so precious, now she just tore apart.
Frail girl, so sweet…her bravery was like the finest art.
At him she looked above.
Hoping for love.
“My goodness, what I’m seeing is a monstrosity!
How could I ever love such an atrocity!
Your scar is horrifying, an abnormality!
You want to hear the true?
I am afraid of you!”
That’s what he said while leaving her bleeding heart to die
No arms to hold the pieces, no acid tears to cry,
No strength to stop the darkness, not even wings to fly!
Just salty ocean deep
Her love to keep.
Her ghostly face still haunts him in nights with bloody moon
When memories are torture, he’s trapped in deepest gloom,
Repeating in slow motion the cruelest day of June…
For death he asks…
Behind his masks.
Be kind, be wise, be loving…when someone shows you their scars.
In loving memory of Diane.
All credits for the photo to the talented Joseph Berardi from http://www.pixabay.com