Your Face

I did not believe in otherworldly beauty, 
thought it was silly for poets to compare the sea with eyes and roses with red lips, 
didn't think a human figure could look as graceful as a tree, 
and certainly did not believe that Helen of Troy could have launched a thousand ships 

But all that was before I beheld you, 
far too gorgeous for your surroundings, 
and I was tempted to compare you to the stars and to the moon, 
I finally understood the French expression coup de foudre for I was indeed struck by lightning 

I am now haunted by your beauty every day and every night, 
no one else I've seen could be your rival, 
yet underneath you have a heart of ice,  
your face, it is not worthy of someone who is so evil, 
a lifetime of repentance couldn't make up for your sins, 
your vanity knows no limits, 
there's no kindness under your skin, 
and now I realize that not even the best mask can conceal the horrors that lie beneath it 

Four Months

A lot can happen in just four months,
a time that seems so long to our young hearts,
enough time to make a stranger into a friend,
could it be enough to fall in love?
I daresay I got to know you better in those four months,
than ever I did some people who I knew for four years,
that may be why memories of you linger with me,
so long after those days are over 

Early February was when we first met,
and I thought you seemed larger than your surroundings,
so full of energy yet with a profound sadness in your eyes,
by late March, your secrets weighed heavily upon me,
your mind was artistic and wonderful,
how could I resist you then,
after four months of talking to such a man for four hours a day?

If only the force of my admiration had been enough to make you mine,
for to be deprived of you seemed like the most cruel thing the universe ever did,
would you forgive me now for being so young and so foolish?
I was simply angry that you had been the cause of my enlightenment, 
had elevated me to a different world and abandoned me at its door,
I asked too much of you in my greed,
It was no surprise when in April you started growing distant,
for I had wanted you to fill me like I were a vessel,
I wanted you to be the kindling of my flame

By the end of the month it seemed that I had really gone too far,
I would still catch a glimpse of you ever so often, 
for you were always easy to spot among a crowd,
our paths crossed daily yet in your eyes there was no more flicker of recognition,
we often stood so close to each other,
yet we could not have been further apart,
by May, we were complete strangers