Ill Kindness Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Never has there been such ill kindness;
Never has there been so much of the heart.

Your integrity is of a woman you say,
And I fail to understand.
Your love is that of a woman you state,
And I neglect to live it grand.

Our love lived just for a moment,
Giving sway to such a relief,
As if the heart was to torment,
With man's isolated belief.

In awaking dreams of anticipation,
Your expected fear merely lived,
To view my love scorned upon.

Personal will made a difference,
In the allotment of love's fate.
When the mirror of obedience,
Befriended passion with a severs slate.

Never has there been such fear,
Never has there been so much blindness.

Your integrity is of a woman you say,
And I fail to understand.
Your love is that of a woman you state,
And I neglect to live it grand.

Never has there been such ill kindness;
Never has there been so much of the heart.