Love’s Bitter Descent

I heard you speak of reverie

how love had somehow set you free.

And, for a while, I submit

to the dream and the life of it.

But slowly perfection turned

to something much like misery’s burn.

Where only wretched souls do dance

wishing, wishing for a second chance.

But no, love is long lost and forgotten

a bitter heart is what’s begotten.

For a few love shines the light of truth

for the rest it only gives reproof.

When did the sun quit its song?

And, will the moon be gone for long?

To happiness we could not consent

and so we’re left to love’s bitter descent.

Danielle Shaeffer