Sonnet 6: How love ran on with its wings?

Sorry if I forget if am an "I" or a "We" .....just sometimes in our love stories, we lose a bit of our identities...

How love ran on with its wings

from isolated adoration on to close embrace

To where the solemn solitude of our heart clings

Would be a verse might drench the ascetic face.

Our reticence ,how came our isolation

that left our hearts a drowsy expanse

Moaning apart in the castration

How bitter at the our vain trance.

What disappointments,sleep forsaken nights of benevolence,

What heart aches and what tears,what long reproach

and mornings when we wake was a annoyance

What long disgust to watch the sun encroach.

Upon the plutonium chill,creeping up the heights

What loathing hate of life to see into flights.

Reviews

[Inda]

What a change in tone here, from love to hate. Great piece!