I thought it was delicious dying

The mystery in love when bounded is very strong that none in that moment can understand. Such makes you want to do everything for love.

I thought it was delicious dying
When you deactivated my body lying
Cold as stones on a winter morning
My necrotized body was so funny
To engage in that sacred worship
That left me a cargo on ship.

I thought it was delicious crying
To abandon my chore & food trying
To resolve that fatal punch
That left me no morsel to munch
As you raced to service for engagement
Abandoning me in discouragement.

I thought it was delicious wailing
Like that prophet but weren't willing
My young puppy, my lavished passion
Was foolish, it has diminished. No fashion
Designers can duplicate! Like those asleep
In that deep, unable I'm to venture deep.

Author's Note

To love a person who keeps breaking up is seen evidenced by the speaker who out of experience fears to venture deep.

Reviews

[duff]

The roaring conflict of being attached to someone who stirs our insides like no other. Boundaries fall to the heart. Venturing into the unknown. I like this. The title and opening line is great. Nice job.

[Rubein Geterminah]

Thanks duff.
I appreciate the comments and would love to add you as friend if you don't mind.
Have a great day.
The Bard

[duff]

You're welcome Bard and that sounds good! Have a great day as well.

[Rubein Geterminah]

The speaker when in that moment of satisfaction, seen to forget the flaws of the insincered lover. Hence he strives to meet her demands.
But repeated flaws and neglect make him unable to continue.