For Saskia

Troubled by the memories,
of a passionate lover,
whose love for me was genuine,
yet I find myself in tears.

I saw her standing at a distance,
captured I was by her alluring beauty,
that I found,
she was in every thought I had.

Driven to speak to her,
by forces that are incomprehensible,
and against my mind's logic,
I found her in front of me.

Plenty of smiles and laughter,
as well as tears and pain,
I did not appreciate her,
now I will never see her again.

distant cries of pain,
screaming and pleading,
like someone insane,
I knew where I was heading.

is beauty worth the price,
is passion worth the depression,
is love worth the lies,
if so,
love I despise.