A Lover’s Lament

What should I say of you and love
The nightingale and turtle dove
Once sang our song to gods above;
What of love to blame?
You said my heart you’d ever hold
That hearth once warm now here lies cold
Dear promises sworn ever bold,
Now seem damned to shame.
Still what to do when love is lost
And sweetest dreams stand naught but dross
All hope to Hell there seeming tossed,
Who could bear this pain?
I see you now upon the heather
In sunshine or in foul weather
With another soul to tether
In your hapless game.
A wish, a whim, a prayer to state
An orison at Heaven’s gate
A malison bestowed by fate,
All shall bear your name.

© Loubert S. Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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