Amour Abeyant

"It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all."

Oh canicule love wherest hast thou gone?

Thine heart's sea veneration bellowed. 

Roots wind taught betwixt ruptured horizon,

Sagacity bereft, aegis bestowed.       

Oh how the waxing lascivious sigh,

Myopic embrace ardently blinder.

Waning tolerance fruition dost nigh,

Propensity no longer to hinder.

But hark! Dost seasons permutation sway?

Obtuse chagrin surmount sincerity? 

That boundless, unbound become weigh,

Thine crux effete, ill rapport bereft thee.  

Intemperate fire, just presage quell,

That futile taste vincible yearn dare swell.