Lost Romance (April 17, 2015)

If my pen strikes false against your heart
professing that which you chide untrue
And accuse those words I hold high apart
are written for all, not just for you

Then go before me blind and weak
see life’s joy, snub in sad retreat
Refuse my hand with flesh put forth
spit at my love, degrade its worth

I’ll draw you near with each sweet phrase
and dream empty dreams in poet’s embrace
My laments will cry foul at our missed chance
thus is the pain of a lost romance