POETRY FOR U Gh

O my loving life Whence cometh myself From this daunting height? Reeking of this sight In memory delight. How sad my plight ? beholding  this terror Of loving one, and Married to the other. Saddened by the husbandman Be merry by the stranger-man. How cruel my contentions? How bad my affection? Played at, by my intentions With the husband man. What a genuine gift of uneasiness And peril to the self. When all that is in my want, All that is in my quest Is an unconditional joy And an overwhelmed laughter  Between son, the husbandman and self. Not the incessant weary cause to the self now,  Nor this turmoil within my self Can ease me of my drift. O My loving life Whence cometh my self From this daunting height Hmm. For whatever we sought (like apathy or libido) Outside the marriage home It's anxiety we end up to own.

Sorrow ages me. Grief his brother same. None a better brother, Same their countenance. Vulgar would be me If our friendship tarry. 'e story's how do I? When memories really linger. Moving on is harder But letting go is better. Searching 's all I've got to, For finding joy 's a jackpot, Of bidden sorrow farewell And the future will be fair.

I used to walk with my head up, Priding my self with the Stars up. Now I walk with my head down, Wallowing away like a withering tree. I used to sing my heart out, Loud, high and mighty; Now I sing in mumbles, Like one who grumbles, For my heart is mumbled. Your love was the pillar behind me, The armor of my shield, and the Taproot that held me firm. Your love - my world  - Has been my home. Leaving me, it's crumbled ; Leaving it cities in shambles. Now I know, your love is my making and unmaking. Your love is a sheep in wolf's clothing. Unmasked, your love is wicked.

Love, it's love, it's love Love fain have I been. O love! Love, If love before my eyes is upon me With this sight I ever seek, and with A fair face... It would be fair. Love fame would I be, If I swim through the ocean of love With my naked eyes again. For with a flower in my hands, And leaves with admiration ; Then luck shall sing me home To my very own.