The Promptings Of The Heart Poem by Edmund Calleja

(I would rather be given the ugly truth than a beautiful lie) .

Fate is like rain
It cares not who gets wet,
And God only knows
Why we had ever met.

I lived in a graveyard
And so had stopped crying,
As the tolling of bells
Told my heart you were dying.

The ocean of Life
And the ebb of Death,
The Alpha & Omega
I wish I had met.

I gave you my Spirit
Yours wanting to borrow,
Unknowing that this
Would lead only to sorrow.

For honour and homage
I kissed softly your hand,
How should I have known
You would not understand.

I gave you my Soul
And you held it gently,
But sharing your heart
You refused it bluntly.

And as the hues of sunset
A rising moon kept wooing,
My wounded bleeding Soul
Was left pensive and ruing.



18th November 2010