It has been said that chivalry is dead.
Romance is for the hopeless-
Some just felt impressions that felt like soul ties
In transparencies of what our desires lead to
When asking if crossing lines are worth the price-
Like Helen watching the destruction.
No stopping what would unfold
In the quest for finding a connection-
What it was worth in watching cities bleed.
To recognize when enough was enough-
Bricks crumbling and markets in ruins
All because they didn’t know how to let go.
At what costs do we pay
For finding all of what we thought we ever wanted-
Is that not why they say all is far in love and war?
Finding yourself hating the person
Holding your hand with resentment-
Dishonesty of your own heart cry.
Ruins of our heart lessons in what we really wanted
Against the ego in understanding
What it meant to love who you’re with.