Misanthropes and masochists, life beckons,
listless but enthusiastic, she makes her move,
the emptiness overwhelms her lust.

Enchanted eyes which glow under the moonlight,
passionate empathy, long suffering sympathy,
she loses faith but keeps hope near.

Utterly hopeless in this game of romance,
like a ballet who refuses to dance,
a wizard with no wisdom to speak of.

Tainted daggers and unstrung harps,
this torrential downpour falls on,
her Eternal passion backs down.

Impeccable love portrayed,
Brutal affection delayed,
Waited, and she waited for his subtle escape.

Ambivalent lust, fleeting love,
Her vulnerability tells tales, her perfection sparks miracles,
a silent whimper, a careless whisper,
beneath her impeccable exterior, an accidental love dwells.

Awww, very nice

Interesting write, many thoughts and questions come to mind. your inspiration, they must be something....

They are, in fact, quite something.
Thank you for your comment, as always Master

also, thank you (((writer and 30)))

heartfelt

my exact thoughts

Thank you (((s1ow & 1000 )))

'Enchanted eyes which glow under the moonlight,
passionate empathy, long suffering sympathy,
she loses faith but keeps hope near.'

Beautiful visual here darlin'

very nice, love the last stanza