Your line, "my longings slaughtered at the altar of love like a helpless lamb or a crying dove" are especially touching, and create quite a powerful image in my mind! It shouldn't rhyme, but the reason of it gives cause to bring repetition of emotion - she is not there!
Great Poem!
So I know what you fully means now, everything in here is going to be rhyem! Wow! I gotta read all the things later, since I am kinda busy...
I love this poem!
Stunning work WM....absolutely a beautiful to read and its going into my favorites! Thank you for sharing you wonderful talent for our enjoyment.
As soon as I saw your first stanza it immediately reminded me of a favorite book of mine "The Thorn Birds" by an Australian writer Colleen McCullough. I take the liberty of posting here her poem (from her book).
THORN BIRDS
By Colleen McCullough
"Long Ago, there was a bird who sang just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree.
and it never rested until it found one.
Then it began to sing more sweetly
than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it was dying, it rose above its own agony
to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song
and the whole world stills to listen
and God, in His heaven ~smiles.
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,We know........
We understand.....
And still......we do it."