Ardent Zeal Poem by Aram Stefanian

How come my love gone out the window?
I know the score, however feel dejected.
My soul is jailed, lacking in straight low.
A lethal dose of woe into my veins injected.

Lying in a long wait for the utter rapture,
My smeared heart went to sleep it off.
I get another sneaking look into the future.
Beats me how to avoid the same silly goof.

I'm sure I don't have no ace up my sleeve:
I'm open for a new love that might heal.
Over the former loss I'm not gonna grieve.
All I'll need is to hold in reserve the ardent zeal.