Alternate Realities

First Love

First Love

Let our hearts continue burning,

As we harbour this painful secret,

Let our fears continue churning,

As we fester this selfish weakness.

Let it fade, our passionate romance,

And diminish what is impure,

Let's replace it with a final dance,

In hell fire and red couture.

Here I remain a cherished princess,

And you, a forgotten poor prince,

Through this I repent my transgress,

So anything other will not convince.

And while from time you cross my eyes,

My stubborn faith does not falter,

My ears remain deaf to my heart's cries,

I ache as much and yet I do not alter.

I wonder some days whether I am void of luck,

Or if I attract the troublesome unawares,

For as happiness descends, instead I am struck,

And I have control over not even my hairs.

Such as the time you cast a lover's spell,

And turned my heart from stone to fine,

I could neither express thought nor tell,

How it became that I was no longer mine.

But now our tears are glimmering,

As we part from our broken desires,

Our blood calm and yet simmering,

As we seek to quench our fires.

Though I shall never forget you were my first,

The first to set my heart beating,

And while society bids me to end this thirst,

I know my soul as it were is fleeting.

By Mahesha Kissfield