To My Lost Valentine. Poem by grace mariner

A poem to my lost Valentine.
And so the fairy tale must end.My prince, my lover, my elegant giant has been undone.
The arrows of our past rarely misses its' mark when launched.
He has fallen,
away from me.
The oasis he created in this ancient heart is again dry and withered.
The landscape once lush and fruitful at his hand,
now turned to dust.
And that cackling old woman within laughs,
reminding you that your common sense unraveled,
day by day.
But that willful girl within continued to believe,
ever knowing the end was inevitable.
What fools are we to believe that such men exist!
Men who can make the most damaged heart smile again.
Or perhaps there is a more devious plot afoot.
Evil does not always present itself as the mustache twirling villain or the seductive serpent.
Sometimes evil comes in pleasing packages,
preying on the weakened heart and changes what it knows of reality.
This is the most vicious assault on the most vulnerable prey!
This evil is to be feared the most as it is methodical and insidious in its' effort to inflict pain.
The victim, who craves so much to know the feeling, succumbs,
without a struggle.
And the evil one smiles as he watches the green eyes long for him.
He smiles as he feels her very flesh melt at his touch.
He smiles as he can hear the trickling of her desire at his kiss.
And again the old woman cackles at the accuracy of her prediction.
But that young girl within is stubborn!
She cannot, will not accept this as all or nothing!
There is no black.
There is no white.
There are only shades of gray.
She will always believe that you, my wounded warrior,
fall somewhere between this dream and this nightmare.
You are no different than any mortal...
capable of the greatest acts of humanity,
and inhumanity.
Sometimes we make choices.
Sometimes choices are forced upon us.
You did not plan this assault nor did you plan your demise.
Fate has charted both our courses.
So the landscape, now barren, will soon change.
Perhaps not from a lovers knot, but for reasons yet to come.
And you, my fallen angel, will have your life back,
as it should be.
I was never what you loved the most,
but you loved me just the same.
And the fates, perhaps led by that cackling crone,
will direct us.
And perhaps she will be benevolent and allow the young girl her prince once again.
Perhaps, just perhaps, she is like all of us...
capable of the greatest acts of humanity,
and inhumanity.
But for now, Godspeed and safe passage for this part of your journey.
And despite that cackling old woman's voice that seeps into my brain in the name of common sense and reality,
I will choose the happy ending to this tale.
I will come for you, or you for me.
If not here, then on the other side.
To you with all of my love I have given the better part
of my heart.
It will always find its way home.