Escaping Towards Defeat Poem by Bryan Taplits

No longer will I care for you
No longer will I yearn
For the longer that I think of you
The longer shall I burn.
Since I can not love you anymore
I must now roll the dice
for someone who will think of me as less a lout-and more than nice.
The dice's dots call me; your eyes I see, I wilt.
Your eyes still blue, a sunny hue,
And, yes, they still entice.
I pull my reins-in hopes to slay
My heart's celerity.
It speeds away, but turns that day,
Towards home where it would be.
Though 'resist' I surely must do (and I will too)
I suspect you're a longing I can not tree-
But I see that my 'resist' is not as strong
As your 'no reciprocity.'
I wonder what to make of all this-
When all the sands have run,
Oh, I give up my dear-and ruefully admit-
Since you are more precious than me-
This tournament can never be won.
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(However, I also admit, that this, our joust, shall never, ever, be done.)