to my dear, umm, fiancé, if that's the right term for
you/us.


I didn't plead with you to love me tender,
Alas, nor did I wish for you to love me wryly.
The invisible ring you bound me with I now render
To the one who claimed and won you so rightly.

So, I should yield a stranger on her way to you through a
fraudulent byplay,
Answer for her fruits of battle and dispense my fight.
Moreover, I should cede your heart and allow you cast mine
away -
That, which you've never allowed doing your pride.

The autumn will be my solace as it precedes winter -
The gray comfort you forgot, it somberly wears;
With that invisible ring of yours bound on my finger
And with you wrapped elegantly around hers.



© May 2002