Torn...
Title: Torn...
Author: Darkheart
I.. he with the dark heart.. am now torn...
I have one who would
be more to me than
any, and I have the
bond that I made long
ago... and I am torn...
I wish for the one... I see her in my sleep, she follows my thoughts, I hold her in my mind, where I only dare to...
Yet I am bound. A promise made, a promise..
The promise of my redemption, the rescue of my heart from the pain, and I was...
But she looks at me, and I waver... I must not... I cannot... for what could I give her, what would I be worth, without my honor intact.
And I think, that as I feel for her... she feels for me...
But I can only presume... what can it be, other than the thoughts of a wishful mind, a heart that aches at departures, and leaps at meetings...
So, I do what I can, I am there when I can... and I shall do all I can
As dear to me as life itself... and I would give it all up... if I could but... ... ...
But my honor.. it keeps me.. It keeps me from going to her
It keeps me from casting aside all chains... From throwing myself at her, as I would wish to.
And I do... How can I not.. Yet I verily fear that I might lose her, to another... One that is free to do as he pleases, and that she may favor more than I...
An if that does
happen.. I will take
myself back to the
woods from whence I
came... and shall
remain there.
For now that I have found it... how could I bear to let it go...
[ The page is crinkled, as if it had been damp, and then dried... ]