Thursday, October 06, 2005
The measure of a woman
The lost words that I've always believed in, and still do.
Trust.
Communication.
Truth.
Love.
Honour.
and above all,
Faith.
*****
Shattered
His heart sank as he read the dispassionate words on his mobile screen.
Don't ask why. But can you lend me...
Was that all it was? A preamble to this?
Truth, and trust... absent.
Friendship... absent.
Nothing remains. Cynicism wins.
But no, it shall not, this once.
And at the risk of great naivete - because I believe in things that are good and clean - and because I want to believe that you are good and clean...
I shall hold my head high.
Look me in the eye, and know that this is what makes the measure of a woman :
Decency.
*****
Would that someday you trust me enough to act with decency towards me again.
For now, I know with certainty... we are not friends. In your mind - and mine.
Trust.
Communication.
Truth.
Love.
Honour.
and above all,
Faith.
*****
Shattered
His heart sank as he read the dispassionate words on his mobile screen.
Don't ask why. But can you lend me...
Was that all it was? A preamble to this?
Truth, and trust... absent.
Friendship... absent.
Nothing remains. Cynicism wins.
But no, it shall not, this once.
And at the risk of great naivete - because I believe in things that are good and clean - and because I want to believe that you are good and clean...
I shall hold my head high.
Look me in the eye, and know that this is what makes the measure of a woman :
Decency.
*****
Would that someday you trust me enough to act with decency towards me again.
For now, I know with certainty... we are not friends. In your mind - and mine.
