An oldy but goody
The torpor of wish
A wish lost that has not come true.
A yearn some time ago I brewed.
One that smarts heavy, on my heart,
One impossible, to impart.
She abides, lives and tenants care,
Ambivalent of my hearts affair,
Has no idea of my revere.
And never glows when I am near.
My love has flown but has not sown.
And I am forlorn and alone.
But I would rise and worship anew,
If she would glimmer, one small clue.
Not in the sounds that words parole,
But eye and glance to move a soul.
This the torpor of wish, that flew.
The only want, I wished come true.
But time has host, a toast you see.
And I'm fare drained of sand in me.