From a Jilted Lover to Her Lost Love
Speak no more the fortune of desire
The casting out of truth beshroud in ire
Silent-still your lips alight with love
Avowing hope in heart might be enough
Find no more sweet solace in a kiss
Allaying every gesture gone amiss
Take no hold of hoof to wash away
Your failed faith forgotten in a day
Send no script nor sweetened sacrament
Pall platitudes to hide your element
Hush, and heed at once your spirit’s dawn
Exposed at last in pale light down-shone
Admit at last a wisdom to your ears
Lest ignorance in days grow into years
Heed the treason of your awful deed
The reason punctured heart proceeds to bleed
Life, in all its span, can hold no force
As heavy as the burden of remorse
This, an understanding that you lack
Afraid to take its weight upon your back
Nothing so in life as cruel as loss
Misleading lover’s paths after a cross
Nothing taken from the fire of slight
But ashes of a blaze’s burned delight
Remember how you told, in talks of ‘when’
With certainty, I could believe you then
And when at last the lockbox key you found
You seized my heart and threw it to the ground
The locket once contained of ideal days
A picture put away, in place, it stays
A bed for two with only one inside
Now tears where once two lover’s names were cried
All good fortune forfeit in your lies
Honor cast away to claim your prize
Ebbing knighthood faded from your eyes
Taunting chivalry as now it dies
All to trade a Princess for a Queen
Sad, when white suits pink far more than green