They call him a monster,
a terror,
a trouble.
His dark looks,
his slimy tentacles,
his hat that hides his face.
He was certainly physically
turned into a beast,
but at heart,
when he recalls his love,
he is not.
He was a man, the manly-ist
of them.
You said his name and
a human appeared in your head.
But now, alas, we think of the
Devil's young.
He worshipped her, kissed her, and
caressed her.
Times grew rough and they broke
apart, their chemistery gone for
good.
I touch my heart, for he does not have one.
Shall a knife pierce his heart, he will leave us.
He became immortal for unknown reasons - perhaps,
because of her?
Thinking that his sweetheart would return to him,
he bid good-bye to his heart and locked it away.
But, sorrowly, his waiting was not worth it.
She admired him from a distance, but her love
ran out.
She was gone, never to return.
His heart was stabbed and his presence disappeared.
But she - his she - remains, haunting the sea as
a goddess, more beautiful than she ever was.
And sometimes, she regrets the misery she put him through
and wonders what would have happened if she
did nothing.
She is lonely at most times, longing for someone to talk to.
But, all she has to do is look up
at the stars, shut her eyes, and imagine - no, dream - of her love's
gentle
kiss.
And suddenly, his presence is with her again.
That she, that her, is I.
The End
Merry Christmas! from Protego Totalum
Cheero
I am not the author of this fabulous poem, I am just helping A Catholic Girl post this due to some difficulties.
Author's Note, (A Catholic Girl): AS Protego Totalum said, this is my poem that she kindly offered to help me post. On my profile, I will be adding the title and summary of each story I send her. Thank you! Enjoy!