Requiem of Love

Requiem of love...

You never asked of me this charm,
or that I find for you pots of gold,
Content to live with me in Autumn,
and through winter as you grew cold.

Please I ask, don’t end our summer,
swallows have not yet had their flight.
What right have you to act so cruel,
and bring more darkness than light?

This is not a love of one young born,
nor would I share my feelings so fast.
Who will profit from your crass scorn,
have we not learned, from the past.

We are far too close, to end our dream,
and it does not take too much imagining.
To see an ending periled and most swift,
will we then be happy with our tilting.

Allow me a moments grace as to breath,
I find your haste tiresome to say the least.
You always bring doubt into what I believe,
have I been savaged by the envious beast?

What is the purpose of your admission,
how can you look and smile with disgust.
Was I the man worthy only of derision,
will you throw away love, as well as trust.

Could we pick up this life where we left off,
and without uncertainty go into our twilight.
Or have you had too much fun as you scoff,
at my wounded heart laid bare tonight.