"No One", the Lovers Concluded

Who brought presents before you,
was it the person or the poet?
Both admired you greatly;
the nervous person with clumsy smiles,
the poet with mad monologues recited privately.
Mistake it not, both beheld you as a dream;
the person dreamt of his head upon your shoulder,
the poet fantasized of muse to renew his verse, fresh serene.
Both you unknowingly and innocently (you claim) plagued;
The person fell ill with the heavy doubt over his honest words,
The poet crazed in crafting letters elusive, loving and vague.
Doubtless, your escape was poetic justice,
for both the man and the poet failed to impress.
These days, who would love the burden
of a selfish dreamer
or an accidental, incoherent mess?


By JPV

Copyright February 2006