To Silvius. To Sebastian.

Why? The question stings against wedding-kissed lips.

I never loved you then so…

Why should ending unions force our hearts to join now?

I had my first breaths of passion so near.

I desire to touch her lips.

But instead maritial unbliss is my ending.

I want to tell myself I can love you.

That you are not her but you are lovely.

And yet - am I not true-love worthy?

Once I saw her heart I was steadfast and true.

Love blossomed from the frosted heart.

I know her truth now; I cherish her still.

It is not the fashion to see the woman the epilogue.

Even so, we saw it in beauty.

So if it not be the fashion for me to end happy.

Let us discard that neatly knotted tradition.

Ardent heart flames up with such a sudden wave

One that I wish to pursue.

I apologise with all truthfulness.

Either way we ended wedded, I wanted another.

I scorned you or I mistook you, but…

I cannot love you with a fullness ever.

One splinter of my heart always awaits her.

Things may grow as seasons change.

But I love her, yearning, now.