You have become more rough with passing time,
I did not know a diamond could be scored;
Perhaps my own coarse grit of dust and grime
Has worn your essence to this mean discord.
That smile that once did sparkle, now a frown,
Endearments grand now curdled into spite;
Kind gestures but to throw the gauntlet down,
Fair peace at dawn turned quarrel ere the night.
How does dear love descend to sad and strange?
How can one heart so surely vex another?
Two souls once one, now suddenly estranged;
Love’s grandest overtures, a hollow bother.
I stand upon the cliff, all battles done—
And search for solace in a blazing sun.
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Loubert S Suddaby poems 