Unrequited
I was once a RomeoIn gallant quest of romantic love.For sake of which I wandered far afield,Past mills and quarries, foundries and farmsWhere good folk tend their businessAnd useful things get done.As spring gave way to winter,I found the climate daunting,With freeze and thaw displacing by upheavalMy belief in happily ever after.My confirmations became suspicioned,And my satisfaction curiosified.My ratifications were soon dutifully amendedAnd my achievements ambitionedTo a more sensible view of reality.Having suffered hard time in the punishment block,Where one’s thoughts then tendTo either stagnate or germinate,I arrived at this one eternal paradox:Only fools dare ever fall in love,While only love can save the foolish from themselves.