Monologo Orgullo Prejucio

It was his pride Not his vanity For the two are not one in the same A dance, a meeting, words exchanged It was his pride I suppose, that got in the way Two chess pieces moving against a checkeredfloor Just a dance, just a ball, nothing more Poetry for love is quite horrible I propose a dance to ignite affections But only if one’s partner is barely tolerable We moved we spoke We were introducedagain and again Lord, how I detested him the most It was his pride I suppose, that got in the way His pride, his pride that mortified my own From an exchange of words to an exchange of steps We movedacross the dance hall The music, the couples The words unfortunately spoken aloud by an overbearing mother But it was not his pride that got in the way of a second dance It was his foulness Hisunwillingness to give a second chance, let alone a second glance We moved on, through dances, through seasons Through dinners and card games But, my own were the reasons That his advances were defeated Howcould I stand a man who lived life in such shadow? We moved through engagements, failed and fulfilled But never our own And I suppose it was my own pride that got in the way His love chose me, but mypride was too strong It was a blinding light, my pride was A light that broke the darkest corners And with my pride I assumed his nature But I was wrong I was many a time wrong If only my pride had notbeen too strong I would have let his love outshine it all But I ignored, nay I discouraged my own affections Affections for a man that I now love dearly Affections that were hidden behind a terriblecomplexion Of love and loyalty, and of pride and of prejudice So I suppose in the end it was not pride at all It was loyalty that got in the way We both had engaged in a battle to defend close friendsAnd we did nothing but hurt them all But then came a moment when our pride and our loyalty Were outshined by a great downfall A love that I saw as an affliction It grew and it grew And it moved...