Subject: Musings of LaCroix - poem Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 12:10:43 -0700 From: K M Fife To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU Ma Fleur, Mon Coeur This vintage that I sip lacks the sweetness I recall The gentle innocence of your heart, the beauty of your face How ironic that my son, he whose blood I took The shining warrior with the dark beast I unleashed Should leave behind such a treasure as you, my flower And that what my daughter sensed in him I saw in you And love…a bizarre emotion for me…tenderness Bah! A human weakness, and yet for you I would lay the moon and stars your feet To share my immortal life with you But our dear Nicholas showed wisdom so long ago When he entreated me to walk away To leave your purity and bright spirit Whole, untarnished, untainted He was yet so young and yet so right Still reveling in his newfound life He tore my dead heart from my cold breast When he spoke the truth of what my love would do Wilt the fragile beauty, dim the radiance Destroy that which called me to you Ah, my Fleur, I love you still, dust that you are These many centuries gone by None has touched me as did you I lift my glass to you in bittersweet salute. --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month!