Winged love lost its wings, striding In another disguise which frowns At he which clod in a mourning glow, A woe as never shined so bright insight. Killed by his own fear In a dream that shed distilled tears. In a crystal drop Joy flat lined on his cheeks, But he hugged that smile in pretense, Sweltering with numbness in a darkling transfix. Thou art exile from realism because Of the venomous sting which puncture his Heart. One day again thee shall renew his heart But today a heart as lost his breath. A Geminis hurt is a wretched devil, Isolated in despairs heart. Today thee is melancholy standing on a pulpit Staring at the back of thou arts bride, Eluding away with the wind.