Honorable Feelings
Before she left me,
She kissed my mother's hand
At the old church on Easter
Beside white lilies at the altar
And it seemed like inseparable love.
Every day I live with a trusting heart
Never questioning anyone's motives
Nor with fear of untruthfulness or trickery,
I enjoy the moment as if God's protective shield
Was ensuring my happiness,
There is nothing to gain with doubt.
I've been with women in the sacred moonlight
Who were laughing at me all the while,
But I was never scornful or resentful
As long as I could partake of the scent of their perfume
And notice the way they would smile.
No matter how torn down I become
Nor if I live decades alone
To be buried with no adjoining tombstone
For the duration of eternity,
I'll still remain capable of honorable feelings.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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