Thirds: A Love Story

kami no sangeki
hakai

My life, neatly trisected by a capricious heart:

First part, years of yearning for Evermore She to find;

My mind, then, just as long spent convinced that so it had;

How sad, now, whatever comes after, decries it all.

(I taught myself in her gaze

To seek the worth of my days,

To know the Me I could be,

'Till she, that day, turned away.

Absent her Light, bereft

Of charity, the clefts

In a soul rent and torn

Fester slowly with scorn.)

After, a stone replaced the heart, much too cold and small

To do naught but, torpid, avoid yet another fall;

And to wish I were a better man, though I am not;
And to wish I had chosen better, but I did not.

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