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Amor with Idealism

“Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”  - Salvador Dalí


Opening the pages of sarcasm,
Avid acumen given without empathy,
Mocks all attempts made at affection,
It is with sadness I accept,
My irrevocable yet unrequited love
with a utopian fantasy.

I remember shouldering passion,
Earnestness to correct myself,
Contemplate with virtuous skill,
And understand with empathy.
Now I sense a departing aura,
The one you associate with death.

Idealism, whatever that may mean
is intense, I doubted like many,
Mistaking conscience for my amor,
Yes they may seem peculiarly akin,
You could strive to be perfect,
But never shall triumph happen.

Comments

  1. Kenia Santos21 March 2014 at 18:53

    I'm gonna quote Shakespeare here, because this quote seems to be everywhere I look these days! Expectation is the root of all heartache. I'm a pro at drawing conclusions out of thin air, I need nothing to write myself a love story and this is how I've managed to lose so many people who could have been good friends of mine. Next line I write on my body (I've said it in a poem) is going to be a warning: Prone to imaginary loves. :)

    This is a great poem.

    Take care and keep smiling. :*

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