Sonnets to the death of Love

Loving passions wrought so blind,
And twisted carnal pursuits abind,
Oh, that thou is a budding rose
Upon which so delicate, may close,
At any time and hence,
No strength abides but a gentle,
Patient touch.

Swooning with delight
We found ourselves wrought with fright
And soon passed quickening judgement
Upon our embraced consentment.
Never did I think such a swift blow could come
But now love has taught me its erroneous sum
And I see my blinded ways were not as though
I had no gaping maw of a foe.

Oh, how paramount was this love!
How gifted and strengthened from above!
Such mighty tides within my soul
Crashing against the swelling whole
Of all that you have become in my heart.

Should love be mortal that it could die
And no longer breathe for sign of sigh
Living on, undefeated,
Bearing witness to all conceited?
No, love as God does not die
But rather reveals the lie
Or more so what was a dream
Or a hidden wish or just hot blowing steam.

Forever more love in chains
Bound to all that remains
Of its fragmented form
That ghostly spawn,
That ghoulish thing that creepeth
And lurk in rage.

Twas a dream! Twas a dream!
I want to scream
To escape reality of love lost,
Lost not at all but revealing
You were not the dreams’ concealing.

Oh, what pain of such a thing!
Of what shall I name its foreboding sting,
Its incredulous irony of pain,
Its defeating, permament, stain
On one’s vision of love
Oh, again, the pain.

The greatest anguish is caused by this,
Oh, it makes one pine for the Abyss!
The unrequited man’s wish of requite
Is nothing compared to this fright
Who wants the requite but rather
Reality to no longer be his father
And instead,
Let that dream exist in his head
To keep him from the killing, all containing, truth.

One must make such a decision
To not act on it causes derision
Of oneself and I,
Even though thou beloved is all that lies within the eye.
So take away what happened in truth!
Let it no longer be couth,
To speak of this matter,
But rather believe the latter.

In such an instance,
Better to have been loved and left,
Than to have found that love
For you would have failed.

For to see it fail,
If the love was one of great hail,
Proves your failings were great enough,
To cause such a strength to become a bluff.

Oh how wretched one man can be!
No one can see
That this is consignment
Of all those with such an assignment
An allotment of not failed love oh no,
But you that quelled love so.

Such a triumphant failure one must be
To have such a failing so monumental
Its own greatness becomes great enough
To quell the strongest of all loves.

It is like a son so bad
He causes his mother to become more than mad,
She may have loved him so deeply,
But he acted so feebly,
That now she looks and sees nothing,
Oh wretched boy you were better off bluffing.

So what becomes of defeated love?
From failure sent from below, not above?
What becomes of those who rest in its fate?
Who knows what awaits the deadened great
Great in their own trespasses they are,
That they lost everything, possessions afar.

Ghosts now three,
They walk with me,
Ghosts four more,
Knock at my door,
Ghosts, ghosts,
Lovers steriled by my failure.

For this, one deserves to die.
Oh I do not lie
It is the ultimate sin
To cause love to cave in
What a waste
Of a man, not commonplace
But so rare in exceeding sin he is
He will be scorned by demons.

They will despise his wickedness
Thank God for his forgiveness
Atonement still great,
Without it, oh what would be his fate?

Now I know what it is to hate oneself.
When one has a gift so pure,
And loses it through his failings,
A gift from God he did not cherish,
I hate that man so much.

What an arse,
What a farse,
What a donkey of a man,
What a fool, what a fan,
What hot air and waste of good space
Don’t bother even calling him apart of the human race.
For he makes wickedness look righteous
And those wicked would detest this lower form.

He didn’t deserve what he lost.
No wonder he lost it.
Good that he did too
Or he would have consumed any goodness
That remained in the gift.

Run, and never set foot in my presence again.

Goodbye