Navigating love’s thoughtless paths,
like the palace fool over again;
searching secret sanctuaries of sacred hearts,
but getting less than I bagain’d.
I have stumbled on different breeds
of mortals who spew venom,
desecrating love’s sacred creeds,
for such is their norm.
Now the traveler is back,
and my travailed heart sings
for a love returned in flapping wings,
but my heart to hack!
The fragile arm of a waiting lad,
outstretched with hope for a return gift;
a sinking heart to give a lift,
but you chose to make him sad
You are back...
with treasures on my feet lain;
wrapped in a lurid gift of pain
my heart to crack!
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