The Golden Boy

His rise was irresistable - he grew into the part

His explanation simply that he suffered for his art

No base considerations of some glittering reward

The prize was knowing that his work was noticed and adored

I love you for your silence

I love you for your peace

The still and calm releases

That sweep into my soul

That slowly take control

Yes he told the truth

Accepting every honour with a masterly display

Of well rehearsed reluctance to be singled out this way

He started to believe that he was all they said and more

While she forgot - she forgot the reasons she had wanted him before

I love you for your passion

I love you for your fire

The violent desire

That burns me in its flame

A love I dare not name

The still and calm releases

That sweep into my soul

That slowly take control

And when at last they fell apart she wished that she could be

The hardened heart of yesterday, as cynical as he.

By changing for the better, she had changed things for the worse.

The words that made them happy once now echoed ... echoed as a curse.