Mine eyes wide open I regard what was
in shades of rue formed reminiscing.
As spoken long ago in the annals of time
I can hear her words never listened.
Oh! How she yearned poems from me.
Astute woman intriguingly discerned
what was yet unexplored at the time,
a vocabulary lying dormant.
As often she quietly pleaded;
what existed in me was ascertained.
Requited love was unsustainable.
The first paradise lost was misplaced.
Once upon a time a muse lay hidden,
now with something to say ... it's all too late.
DionWorx
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