The Series 89 Ii Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

They think him lover and villain
unkind and unlike the milk-white roses he leaves behind
Mad and insane, enraged even
through the stretch of the imagination they have condemned him
And in the gentle cover of the night she think him tender
innocent and vulnerable, timid even
they have cast him and banished his memory
in the cave of social despair he sleeps
till her voice heals his wings for flight and fight
but I tell you I never saw a man as complete
as he was when she held him
they think him villain and lover
imperfect and wasted as a breath exhaled
the kiss he gave and the hand he reached with
she took and warmed faithfully through weeks and years
For his doubts came to pass with her glance
and they came to fade in the background with her touch
and so in the wistfulness of a new day
they sailed above the sunset and below the revealed moon..