I am lovelorn, a disconcerting state
When love may torture or exhilarate.
I know love's joy, yet with anguish 'tis fraught;
Can this love be true if words spoken aught?
Though silenced my spate, love does not abate.
.
'Tween reborn and forlorn, I vacillate,
Wait to give my pith, free passion's floodgate.
Within torn soul, hope holds infinite thought;
I am lovelorn.
.
This love sated my search for a soul mate.
As water seeks its level, we are fate.
From moonlit sky, love's silver star we caught,
Our walk into time will be all we sought,
Each rose born with a thorn God did create;
I am lovelorn.
