Sacrificial Love

A Poem by Ken Adams

The inspiration for this poem came from the idea that in love no one should be forced to settle; that true love is so powerful it can not be artificial or stolen.

Tall, dark, sexy
Mysterious yet predictable
Unchanging and inconstant
The death of me, the reason I live
I constantly strive for it
It continues to tease me
I am so close to it, the feeling of euphoria
Yet it shall be eternally out of my reach
True beauty, what dreams consist of
Constantly in my hands
Yet, I know grasping it will be most formidable
To try would be the end of me
To give up would be madness
I think of what would become of me if I did grasp it
My life's goal finally achieved
Would I still strive; might I be content
The thought gets quickly banished
For I am not made to achieve it
Perhaps I do not deserve it
Perhaps I have yet to try hard enough
It has yet to be in my cards
For if it was I would write it off as foolishness
My stars do not foretell of it
For if they did I would doubt
My fortune has not yet given it
For if it did I could not accept
Unless I earn it, is it truly mine
My monumental burden, depressing and beautiful
Would not mean as much on someone else
My own struggle, sinister and honorable
I dare not share with anyone
For my victory to be sweet and my triumph to be true
This is a fight I must battle alone
For there shall be no victory, no celebration
A win at the cost of my humanity
Is a win I dare not pay