With great care.

I'm ashamed I couldn't be the man you thought you were owed.
I'm thankful though, to have been a man that you could help see the road.
Or at the very least a true man and show you the greener side.
I know that our experience proves chivalry never died.

l always wonder about the moment when I fell from your swollen eyes.
It's amazing how quickly the heart can suddenly change the course it flies.
I can still see us drenched in the moments gracious hues.
I regret not catching the subtle hints of your graceful cues.

I'll always remember the smell of your hair.
The latent aroma of the night of jasmine and pear.
I'll always remember your skin with great care.
How I miss applying special potions to stop your emotional flare.
That special texture of your essence I still hold as rare.
How long will my hands return with just the cold air?

The mornings I run into, no longer afraid of their light.
Instead now I'm mad with our goals well out of sight.
Was the heaviness of fear what I needed to keep my course?
I now know I'm shifting persona and its clear now it must be forced.
No longer blinded, all 3 eyes lie wide open.
Focusing on the paths that were earlier spoken.

This reality chosen for it's active vision.
Its patience in fields of foggy indecision.
Pushing the setting to the proper conclusion.
Making each move dance on the line of intrusion.
Walking away from my fears and delusion.
Settling into the way of a clear constitution.