where it alteration found

Altered at the altar, found a heart wanting
Let into a marriage of illusory minds, not
Ever admitting impediment. Where love
Ever shifting, alterations accepted, bent,
Removed with its remover, plays pretend:
O yes! It never was a fixéd mark
That conjures tempests and quakes
At its thought, north star to questers
Whose value betrays its measure.
This love fools time with pallid lips
And pinched cheeks that bleed freely
It alters swifter than eyelashes bat
And bears no malice, real or imagined
Unto its error's end, cannot be proved
Writing ensues and love again, renewed.

Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-27 at 08:24

Tags Galateus  Crypticbard  Countersign 

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
taking us back to earlier times,,
with language we read in school
whose rhythms we have lost . . .

well done ~~~