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The Man of La Mancha

You call me a regular Don Quixote,
a fool seeking a fool's quest for nothing.
You badger and chide me for having hopes and dreams,
yet only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.
With hope, with love;
with these the impossible is achieved.
In trials, I secure myself in the knowledge that
in my heart I am satisfied with hope.
How can you, my jaded Dulcinea,
claim that you are satisfied?
Are you willing to open yourself to the impossiblity of
my love and caring?
Your self-styled Romeo neglects and betrays you
for a tame ubiquitous Juliet.
You have not acquesied to his demands and lustful desires,
and thus he has sought another
Your body is his impossibility,
and have not you admitted this was so?
He attempts the absurd and yet he is close to the impossible.
Lies you say?
Look within yourself for the truth of the matter;
that painful, dark place will reveal all to you.
The hurt dances across the divine mask you hide behind.
Are you now doubting your words?
Give me your hand and I shall guide you through
the labyrinthian corridors of love and betrayal.
Impossible you repeat,yet this time without contempt,
without scorn.
You utter this with the cold empty weight of hopelessness.
Impossible you repeat again,
trying to drive home in me the hopelessness you feel.
I shan't let you fall by the wayside.
A surprised shocked look I see,
you did not expect a loving embrace and gentle kiss.
Come with me now,
you must regain your strength.
Love me. Care for me.
Find purpose in action.
If, as you say, I quest for nothing;
let it be said that you are nothing,
but, as you are real and tangible,
I transform from a fool and dreamer
to your knight in shining armor atop a valiant steed.
Is it so impossible now; the thought of you and I that is?
Have we attempted the absurd to find that
we have accomplished love against hardship.
Let us berejuvenated by warmth and compassion from each other
in our own dream world.
We are impervious to reality's hardships, betrayals, and deaths.
Come my beautiful Dulcinea,
Sancho awaits beyond those mountainous peaks of
adventure.