Oh, sorrowful heart of mine,
Where did the time go?
Sworn lifetime love in line,
Lost to the sea of character,
But remembered with tears,
And faded memories,
And fears.
Oh, misplaced head of mine,
What will you do now?
Endurance in strife and grief and time,
Burgeoning suspicions of fortitude,
Quieted only by an inner quest,
And unrequited hope,
And rest.
Oh, lost soul of mine,
Where will you find your comfort?
In the eyes of love and life.
Patiently waiting for further stars to align,
Known not destined alone,
And hems are matched up,
And sewn.
Oh, asomatous parts of mine
What is this?
Ovid’s good is like wine,
Seeking and searching a place,
Where heart and head and soul are one,
And love is not lost,
But begun!
Inspired by Ovid: "Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good."
And it has....
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