Beauty in Measured Ignorance
Inside the reality of love,
there is a vacant stare,
one that exposes the shame of loss,
when partnered sacrifice
becomes so one-sided,
he simply evacuates an entirety
for cherishing her sweet elegance.
Oh, to know the dynamics of our
to allow the accordance of love,
to become that sweet peace,
moves beyond all of the inane nature
of Man’s beast,
the idiosyncratic hypocrisy
of believing what’s right is actually
based only upon an entitlement.
She is beauty,
I know this personally,
I know the sacrifice of love,
when measured inside his ignorance,
and then I cry somber tears,
in the hope that she may discover,
His forgiveness will always,
For she is love, that is true.