I taught her all I set out to
Three years it’s been,
Of incessant “love you too”
and hey, no gin!
That departure, was achieved.
Even I hadn’t believed.
Yet in all fairness, the feat is remarkable
Remarkable because well, I was able
to disprove the biggest fable
but in the process lost my pebble
I must ask those of you who are present
whether there is weakness to be found in love
Whether love presents no presents
Or whether indeed true love is from above
Three years present no answer
except carefully embellished lies
that have caused me cancer
and taught me to distrust pretty eyes
In teaching her
I learnt a bit, myself
Of things that were.
The death of inner self.