We all see a vision of Ever After Like the Grail, a call to greatness Which, when taken in selfish portions, Can drown and devour our every Best intentions. Long after lost pictures, tattered letters, Broken tokens and fading smiles I learn from Greg's extremist romance That giving you my soul was not enough, It was too much. And nights I cried for shattered hearts, These feable, failing, empty arms, Eyes buried and swollen voice rattling madly. I prayed for a return of my missing love With forgotten faith. 10/98
Carla was my fiance for a time. Engagement was broken off after a very difficult religious dilema which my memory has clouded and confused. For more than a year the shock of the event caused me to forget, entirely, why it was that we were having the disagreement that lead to the break-up. I credited her decision to things like youth, nerves, stress, and mocked her statement that it was "God's will", mostly because I had decided long ago that "God's will" was quite the opposite, and then long since pushed God aside for the immense happiness I found in the love of a woman. It wasn't until I heard a similar tale of the broken engagement of Greg Corinth, and the incredible highs and lows he lived through, that I saw a striking resemblance in my own life, and drew from his mistakes and misdirected devotion, my own fatal flaw. Mistaken priorities.
We all have our idols: fame, money, power, happiness, romance. It's just so hard, really, to think of love as one of them.