My heart is pure, or so I tell myself

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The impossibility of love.

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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My heart is pure, or so I tell myself

Maybe it was love at first sight

Seeing her at the bar, with her

Piercings and tattoos

Not the kind of girl one

Usually sees around here.

I spoke to her some time later

She is an outsider here like me

And then I met her daughter

Four years old and smart

Just like her mother.

Of course she is married;

How could such a vision not

Have been snatched up already?

Life just doesn’t work like that,

And my heart is pure, or so I tell myself.

Her husband’s name is Phil

Which is Greek for love I’m told

And she has a tattoo in Latin that says

Nomen Tuus, meaning ‘your name’

And a space for it above her heart.

She is the only person in this

One horse town who likes my poetry

And she once described me as her sage

So I guess she is my muse by default

But my heart is pure, or so I tell myself.

I know my name will never

Be inscribed above her heart

I am far too old for a start

And unlike me she has a life,

Besides, my heart is pure, or so I tell myself.


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