Tainted Departure

How can I hold myself to you?

For I am no more than a thief.

A low class peasant 

With no regards to honor.

Yet, I still see that look in your eyes,

And the cherry blossoms

That fell gently around you. 

Scorn I am as a man,

For even though I lack integrity

I still feel a sense shame. 

It's all because of that piercing gaze of yours.

The last look you gave me 

As I departed from you arms.

Where are you my love?

Tell me

How can I find my way back into your loving embrace?

And

When can I escape the tainted cries of my fading soul?

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~