Ricochet

'Deep'- is what i prefer to think- you are;
'High'- is where i hold you- and 'Far'-
is where I think- you stand;
'Honored' -I am- when you hold my hand.

Of no God I knew or believed,
I prayed to none, for none I grieved;
My self, I held in utmost pleasure,
Along you came, and in good measure
Gave my pride a rise and a fall;
I wished I was you, or none at all.

I aspired to be you, yet didn't dare
To touch your pedestal, or your honour share.
Oh how I fought this superior intervention,
Best I was, before that serendipitous introduction;
For choose I can't between you or my pride,
Make me not, i pray, my soul divide.

I deserved you not, or you didn't me;
Either way, part ways did we.
But strange is this sorrow- or lack of it,
I shed no tear, not the tiny bit.
We knew the end, from the beginning,
Fools were we? Gambled in the hope of winning?
We took from us, what we won't miss,
We are now ready, to seek new bliss.