Banishing love, you now proclaim us friends;
Staunch friends forged in the furnace of love lost,
Where words expressed replace once soft held hands
And loving eyes are now stern fate embossed;
What passion lives within this seeming truce,
These smoldering ashes quenched with passions’ tears,
Where concord is for love a poor excuse
And poorer still, staid quantum of loves’ years.
What adoration bears this fall from grace,
Proud glory once, reduced to meager state;
No lips to kiss, no arms of sweet embrace,
Bright smile of hope now veiled in pall of fate.
Ordain in friendship that which once was love
Is from dear heaven unto drab earth here move.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
