He built a temple, now very foundation rocks
In a life transparent where no shadow stands
The world shelters & shines in his steady light
While his own sun descends into a dark night.
He remains a shield that even strangers trust
Yet see his own gold that turns to spectre rust
No lesion is deeper, no regret more profound
Than being a forlorn whom love left unbound.
The tragedy of truth; so harsh, stark and cold
To have the world’s faith, yet loved one’s hold
That pulls away in doubt, bitter and silent wall
Alas, the highest virtue makes the hardest fall.
The tragedy of a person’s impeccable reputation
It offers no armour versus the cherished person
The person may build a life on absolute integrity
Loved one’s distrust is a huge burden and misery.
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