Inamorata

Inamorata, you have succoured me
When all the world betrayed me, when the fight
Unfolded as a storybook, in light
Too lush to have shone accidentally,
The sun in transit, stars in ecstasy,
Illuminating the spare, moonless night.
You did not falter, as another might,
Nor, when they called me rogue, would you agree.

So when I give you up now, as I must,
Exposing you to harm and ridicule,
Remember that I know you are a jewel
Beyond all price, that I am made of dust.
Perhaps I was distracted, and concussed,
Or maybe I'm no better than a mule.