The following piece of prose reflects my thoughts on two of my very good friends who are quite simply mad in love. However, being a mutual friend has put me in a difficult position. Worse, my loyalty lies more so with one since that person is the friend who introduced me to the other. Yet, on occasion I am called into the open field as the arbitrator which puts me in the cross hair. Interestingly, while women have been empowered in modern times I, sometimes, am dispirited to observe that they take a step backward especially when it comes to relationships.
An Interesting Predicament
The pathetic cry of a man devoted, the soul wrenching hurt that flows. A man in love is a man complete yet decidely inept at degrading its value. A predicament as such arises, yet shall I stand in the shadow. A question with an answer opaquely clear. Deride my friendship shall I, or go to battle as a savior. A thought though crosses my mind, a woman has power infinite. Yet, clarity is something never have I seen, when a doe rides the crests of love. I do know, assert herself she will someday. Loss will not be mine, yet my friend Romeo I say: Battle all shall be won yet rout you will be at war. Delay not, for time is of the essence to victory. The elite do not think of the present but what the keystone shall be in the times to come. My lady, assert to the wishes of passion and not concede to the tempest of thoughts that affirm my friend lies astray. A savior cannot I be, for the glory is by the horizon and how the nadir is made thy own.
