Oft have I thought
Was love meant to be?
Oft that I fought
Was love truly me?

Luster and laurels of love
Lost in the pagan pleasure
There I was basking like a sodding dove
Here I am seething through the perfidious leisure.

Oft have I heard
Love dies a solitary death
With mirages and illusions perpetually blurred
Of oozing wounds, treason and intemperate breath.

Love has its way
To stay on forever or in a jiff, dart away
For who knows when your heart may sway
To lose the love at bay.

The sun would rise
The verdant sod may savor within
But the wither and whimper may never suffice
The lugubrious lament seethin'.

What have I to lose
You is the only reply to choose
You left me in a lurch to ascertain a path
To treat my soul to the clamps of punching lath.

Of errors and spears has this journey been
For a day will shine through the scene
When you would want me back
Only to find a breaching track.

No matter what it takes
No surge will upsurge to remain with a rake
I can fight the siege
To devour the power of the lord of liege.

'Twixt a sobbing heart and a stabbing mourn
All you may seek is a treacherous drone
Love is a game that all play
While some treasure, most mislay.