Oh love why have I fallen from your highest graces leaving my countenance in the grimmest despair
Why has the deeds which endear me to your cause recklessly abandon the fruition of my path
Of all said and not said, meaningless words spoken often with frail dignities to do them justice, for that not spoken echoed louder than mindful chatter broadly spoken
The distance borrowed by eloquent misgivings of what fate prepared
A feast for the mind which starved the heart, enough to protest such candour that bears this ingratitude
