By thy council, thou hast verily proved

That the love of mine is lost and unbound.

Mine eye hath observed the fool, misused

And Cupid has killed with arrows, no wound.

Thy wretched frown thous dost gave is forlorn

Leaving my love's honour lost, out of sight.

A heart battered, bruised, though not yet so torn,

Left without understanding, without fight.

Once again at love, I am but foiled

As my recluse heart hides, then is buried.

All for naught, for that which I have toiled

To bring love's true fruition, not hurried.

Joyous was to have thy love at my side

Now my love has gone, mine eyes open wide.

03/15/1985

Author's Note: Lost love, long ago...

Posted on 11/26/2007
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