A lusty breeze in my heart akindles,
But you have extinguished affection’s fire.
I’m weary of all these quips and swindles;
Yet still you play sirens’ songs on your lyre.
Though my fidelity you have appalled,
Remains in your grin a ruthless appeal.
My fondness forever you have enthralled
But love for your fair will I must conceal.
Guilt roils and rumbles from deep in my soul:
You do not want me, but want you I do.
I hide from rejection, empty that hole,
And attend to all things—all things but you.
Two blue rivers flow from truth’s nuclei,
And you skip away ‘neath a clear blue sky.