Rendezvous with the Truth
I like this word it has a ring of intrigue and Romance;
to merely meet someone sounds like business, buying
and selling stuff, doing something for the world’s wealth;
make money and be looked at. It must be awful really to
be looked up at and given honour for being rich.
The rich know this that’s way they have such a cynical
glint in eyes when they hand over a fat check at a charity
ball and everyone applauds and they are showered with
the confetti of sycophancy.
There is no money in rendezvous nothing to offer except
friendship and love, lovers meeting in the park sitting
under an oak holding hands trying to stay afloat in a
world that are baying for their blood; for they are, oh yes,
make no mistake wrong, in their totality of love. Other
people will get hurt as love knows no middle way, a flying
bullet that hits the loser it can’t be helped for love is not
kind to those outside the ring. Yet on the alter of love
everything is forgiven and the journey is great.