September

We promised...the night was late,
your words to remember, we meet at Cap Ferret
in mid September.
Our intentions pure, our hearts are on fire,
from lips curious to other desires.
We needed time to make it right,
to solve the obvious for our future is bright.
You said she was not the one for you...
she still thinks that those words are not true.
I know this now that your promise was pure,
of only her heart you wanted to spare.
It is still hard knowing she thinks of you,
as her one and only; you are mine and this I bare as truth.
She is only focused on the shiny and bright,
of what she can get, not your heart tonight.
My respect and honor for you is so deep, I want to protect
so that you may not weep.
Just know that I do, whatever you desire,
my love for you will always be higher.
Words do not convey my feelings of loss,
of all that we knew and forever...the cost.

Arcanum arcanorum~

Love, Gianna