2021.02.18.
Love Vine
Woe is me, my life of deprivationDisplaced with a longing heart
Oh, if only I could be sufficient enough
To reciprocate our mutual love.
My beloved, you are still recognized
For this ship, it sails and drifts away
And is a death lived fully
Compared to a life of folly.
Alas, the Love Vine
Likens to this waned soul
My love overwhelmed through this misery
The sight of my beloved crying out to me.