By Stanley Collymore
I know that I’ve no legal or moral
claims on you, as the only attachment I
have to you at present is the love we
share for each other – because the
wedding ring you wear is not
mine but given to you by another; and like
a beguiling moat, beneath whose unruffled
surface lurks many dangers, it shuts you
in: a prisoner of love in your fortified
castle. Therefore, the only realistic chance
I have of ever getting to you, other than
me storming the castle or else laying
siege to it that is, is for someone,
preferably yourself, who’s on
the inside to lower the
and let me in.
© Stanley V. Collymore.
14 December 1997.