What price would you pay?

Question

"Never Rising" - rondel

Love for you is my damnation,

against the laws ordained by earth,

but more than my soul were you worth,

in your kiss I found salvation.

What's the price of flawed creation,

for I know I was marked from birth.

Love for you is my damnation,

against the laws ordained by earth.

From beginning to cremation

a life devoid of righteous mirth,

a life denied rightful rebirth,

no chance for reincarnation.

Love for you is my damnation.

Author's Note: I do not actually believe in reincarnation, but I find it makes a fascinating poetic study.

Answer 1

if you had it framed with a nice landscape background, quite a bit

Answer 2

Sometimes I feel that the form you choose enhances and empowers your style. Sometimes I feel that it's a battle between you and the form. (When I feel like that, you are usually the loser.) Here I feel that you and the form never really became engaged. In so many ways, this is a finely wrought poem, something from a master crafts-person. But you can be so much more than that, you can be a thaumaturge.    

Answer 3

that went through so many twists I forgot my answer

Answer 4

Good poem.  

Answer 5

Nothing because I am not interested in that. Nice poem, however.

Answer 6

Really, really, really good! This is the style of poetry I enjoy. Does it have a name?

Answer 7

As night draws near I hide in fear

Covering the dark circles that shade my eyes.

I can’t cry when you’re near

because I’m afraid that you’ll hear

so I pretend it doesn’t hurt

when you treat me like dirt,

telling them lies

when they ask about the marks on my legs and thighs.

Sweating through the summer heat as I hide behind a veil of deceit

Trying to cover the marks from your strikes

That holler for our secret to come to light.

Sometimes people stop and stare

asking why my eyes are red

but I can’t answer them for fear that one day

I might make him really mad and end up dead.

These wounds won’t shut up.

F.U.C.K.!

What can I do I’m too scared.

So I just pull my sweater lower to silence their screams

As I continue to pretend that this is all a dream

Morning is coming before long

Soon this pain will be all gone.

Answer 8

Nothing.. Not into poetry, although good poem !! =]