A fetter that cannot be split:
Of greatest and sharpest of all blades
Vilest murk called smartest of lights?
What heart be so a foolery of sight
Where love lies not; is fain to find?
Of each day it grows like a flo’er,
All nourishment of rain is rained upon.
Sauntering place to place in cuffs
No separation wished;
Repentance of one hoped on bleak-tip
Relinquish not; the illusive lovers:
One is fair, one is a terror–of love…
Such a love lives a life of dew;
Constant; venerates to sun-light-reign
Cistern of heart overflows
In truest sight is as desert floor
Surreal; till hand of rue relish pain;
Still persistence in devoted love.
…One is as tender rose’s innocence
The other, a scoundrel!