For Jaynelle

[Jassy Melson]

Long did I roam in the wilderness,
long did I wander through the waste;
myriad are the tales I could tell you,
legion are the stories I could relate.

But it is not yarns I would spin to you
of my follies, rages and pains,
it is not tales of the terrors I've viewed
nor stories of the sorrows I've seen.

Now that my journey is ending,
now that the end is in sight,
what I would tell you is simple,
what I would tell you is this:
In all my roaming in the wildnerness,
all my wandering through the waste,
I never lost my faith in you;
through all the folly, pain and hunger,
all the terror, sorrow asnd rage,
I never stopped adoring you,
and I never betrayed you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The inference I draw from those final lines is that he (or she) did betray you. I admire the steady, unforced measure of the whole of this. Thanks.

[Jassy Melson]

Thank you. The inference that you drew that she betrayed me kind of takes me aback, because that was not my intention at all. She most definitely did not betray me. I'm wondering what I wrote in the poem that would cause you to draw that inference

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thank you. The inference that you drew that she betrayed me kind of takes me aback, because that was not my intention at all. She most definitely did not betray me. I'm wondering what I wrote in the poem that would cause you to draw that inference

It was something about the intensity of his declaration of fidelity, as if either he had been suspected of NOT being faithful or he was offering this testimony to his behaviour to contrast it with hers.

[Jassy Melson]

Ah, I see. I suppose it was the first, because I did somewhat feel that I was suspected of not being true to her