Memories, Maladies And More...

Oh, would that I with lonesome heart Had winsome thoughts that charmed, Instead of aches within each part That even now have harmed... To think that love can fall from bliss, Dismiss both joy and grace, As if it's merely hit-and-miss, When gone, none can retrace... And yet I loved, with all my love, No part of me restrained, Because I gave more than enough For all I might have gained... But spurned was I, no gentle blow, To live unloved, alone, In fact, you didn't want to know, Your poor heart cold as stone... And should that be, then I forgive, You couldn't offer more, For you, that was the way to live, Not noticed as a flaw... I guess one day you'll understand, Mature as God expects, Things didn't go the way I planned... I'm one of your rejects... Denis Martindale March 2017.