Love of Self

From across the room,

He surreptitiously catches my gaze,

Frozen in gloom,

Yet with his eyes set ablaze.

* * *

His golden locks flow like the fountain of life,

And his eyes are darker than black.

No force could thrust me away, no strife.

My heart was taken—there was no going back.

* * *

One by one the petals fall

Around me in this place.

I think I hear somebody call,

But my eyes remain trained on his face.

* * *

He clenches his fists, as I clench mine.

A mirror image, inverted, but still

I have never laid eyes on anything as divine,

So beautiful it could kill.

* * *

I wither away,

My joints turning to stone.

But no regrets darken my last day

Because I have lived for him alone.

* * *

For I am him,

And he is me.

How could I fall to pessimism

When I lived to love a perfection like he?