The Kiss Of Her Knight Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

My heart is not yet broken completly,
my mind mind is still a beliver
in the absolute religion of love
that this land of a million jokers ignore,
just as I ignore their jokes.
I know she's not the only flower
or the only love blessed by the moon,
I'm acutely aware of that fact now.
There are other lovely girls, beside her in this world,
showered by the sun's eclipse,
for me to delicately undress in my mind
and to lay in my lonely bed of lust.
You who live more than you love
I'm the antichrist of love for you
I'm the painter of your most sadistic nightmares,
and beware of the day when my wishes will come true
for there the clock is set by the gods
to begin the begining of the end of this world.
I gave her a flower to wear and another to kiss,
trivial of me
for the kiss of her knight plucked their petals
in a lyrical and methodical way.
At least my ring rests on her finger from time to time,
and for this I'm glad:
for being the only man to give her a ring.