you loved me with a little of yourself.

      you loved me with a little of yourself.
      or did you think I failed to recognize
      the doubts you disdainfully entertained?
      beyond the horizon of faint visions
      lies confusion beset in promises
      of living in a theatrical stage.
      did you control fantasy or did it
      relentlessly cease your mind and bound you
      to an inextricable illusion?
      how were you blinded by dimmed images
      and think less of yourself and then seduce
      me with even the littlest adoration?
      leave me with the thought of having known you,
      for you've forgotten that I've loved you too.

            Lowell R. Luis
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