In love's maelstrom, you are both the crippling siren and the storm that approaches; it's lightning bringing attention to what hides in dark corners. Your light is there in fits like flickering fluorescent bulbs showing ones imperfections in random mirrors. I flinch at what I see while thunders' power moves through me.

Our covenant has been broken. When our tempers flare, they show love to be anything but unconditional. Where once I had hoped to create happy memories with you, I now relive a moments blunder where our future was severed. Where is the silver lining in all of this? What have you taught me sweetheart? I don the proverbial detective's hat and aspire to find the answer. However, sorrow gives way to regret, regret gives way to anger and anger's footsteps always trample clues.

I know now that it was me who failed you - my flaws got in the way of my true character. So much time has passed that I can no longer draw your portrait from memory. What replaces your image goes beyond what can be contained - you have become to me an ideal. I've placed you on a pedestal and all who come after, will be held up in comparison. Your impression has misshapen me, your memory skews my vision. When I see a new love, I see you first. No hope of new companionship can endure. For, you act as the glass that magnifies their flaws and I fear they will always fall short of the standard you've set so far out of reach...

Ahhhh..definitely delicate sharply mesmerizing
I hung on to each word, as if it were, essential to live.

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