XXX
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved
My lady pray, do not delay to tell
The cause of why, unto my eye it seems
You grow in wrath, strewing your path with fell
Looks on your love, gone is my dove, save dreams.
Your eyes betray what you don't say, such rage
And frustration, lost elation, sorrow,
Fear at feelings, cautious dealings, you wage
Battle against anger fenc'd. Tomorrow
Seeks improvement, any movement; return
To what we had, 'twas not a fad, but where
Has such joy gone? Reclaim the fun, unlearn
Our habits poor, for loving lore was there.
For our frustration turned into anger
Presents our love with its greatest danger.
