Ironia

Could I ever forget
To weave a special verse
For you and abandon reality
While it manifests in my life?s
Barren heart whenever you?re there?

Could I ever resist
To stop for a while to
Muse a fantasy of you and
Me while I drink your rain of
Dry kisses with my desiccated lips?

Could I ever stop
From touching myself,
Assuming that it was your
Brazen aura and voluptuous body,
Whenever isolation puts joy in my dreaded soul?

Could I ever paint
Another acrid love and
Impregnate myself with coarse
Days and solitude existence whenever
Your teasing eyes intentionally miss my presence?

Could I ever stop
From bestowing only
You as I?m betrothed by myself with
Eternal pain to love and barter my
Life with perpetuity of not being cherished?

O, it is a time without end
To dream on and love you.
I?d rather live up this curse,
Enjoying to suffer being in
Love with you
Than never see you at all.