“I’m an old man sire… games of deception hold very little intrigue for me,” answered the stranger.
“I’m not him who you seek!” the vagabond firmly confessed.

* * *

“Yes, let’s begin! I shall enjoy defeating you,” she said confidently as a smile broke across her face, as her youthfulness seemed to briefly disappear behind the lines of pleasure. “When I win. You shall give me your most valuable possession. Your freedom! You shall become my slave in this life time!”
“Be careful, my dear, sometimes slaves rebel against their masters! But just the same, I have known… I have known some to enjoy slavery, because freedom can sometimes be a lonely state. As my future potential master, what do you intend to do with a good-for-nothing like me?” inquired the curious vagabond. “But just the same, I do not intend on losing my freedom to you!”

* * *

Smiling boyishly, Valric spoke softly without an ounce of remorse. “Inez, my dear, you got what you asked for. Is not your beloved in your arms? I never promised he’d love you forever. Nor did I promise you that he’d survive the transformation. Clearly, he loved someone else more. My question to you now is, are you willing to live an eternity knowing the one man you loved is now dead?”


Excerpt from The Impatience of Desire:

And holding you then,
I realized your sacrifice.
Was I impatient with desire?


Excerpt from Why I kissed you:

I kissed you
Because you're pretty to me.
Not that I wanted to seduce you
With insipid lies like others have tried.
Yet you trust as wise as
A child experienced in telling lies.


Excerpt from In the pouring rain:

I looked at her, and briefly saw the pretty girl I used to love. And then reality set in, as the rain seemed to awaken me to see her as a woman, beautiful in way that poetry can no longer possess - a woman, who has grown weary of youth and embraced aging without fear.


Excerpt from When… will you… :

When you are old and still beautiful,
Will you pause to look and hear winter weep
In the silence amongst the woods at night? And
Feel the tree, which is scarred with our memory.


Excerpt from The Queen’s Gambit Accepted:

“I’m sorry your parents are getting divorced. What is it that you wanted to tell me?” he spoke slowly trying to console her as he combed her hair with his fingers in search of her downcast eyes.
“This is the last day I’ll see you!” she retorted, her tone envenomed with the vengeance of mental anguish and a broken heart.
“Your last day to see me?” was all he could pronounce as the dagger of regret ripped him inside, his chest sank with a heavy empty breath as his mind was seized with a pain unknown before, his vision blurred with tears.