The birth of beauty

Vows of love I gave.
Vows of love I received,
or so I thought.
Now they circle as insults.
There was a time when I thought I deserved them.

He thinks I didn´t feel it
him kissing my hair.
Thinks I didn’t see
the love that never reached his eyes.
A home I searched for.
A home we lost
and a heart or two.
But may he keep his pity
his cold heart is a greater burden
than my cold hand could ever be.
For the sun always breaks through.

Did he think he can defile it?
He mustn´t think so much.
My lust?
Is pure.
This power he dreams of!
I don´t dream.
No more desire.
I let be.