bittersweet

how sweet can it be
as honey as can be
to know and meet you
and to be your mate* (*UK eng for friend)

yet how bitter too
like the coarsest vinegar
that sparks will never fly
in this little stratosphere

i will offer solace and comfort
words of advice and of hope
my ear will always lean to you
but never will my heart follow heed

for scars are the wallpaper that
adorn the chambers of my heart
a silent witnesse to the many
arrows of Cupid and many falls

i'm unique and not a digit
in the crowd of amourous suitors
so i'll go far and away from you
that i'll never be hurt again.