Is This An Ode For Love? Poem by Àrsaidh Àrsaidh

Love oh love; I insisted thou leave,
Away-away with thy flimsy romance so far;
With thou my bosom hard to breathe,
Who leads my eyes, pour tears, and cry.

How far thou have gone,
In a long-long time to come;
When the fond is gone,
Remnants an unsavory lonesome.

Laugh-laugh with thy wicked love triumph,
And leave my heart torn asunder;
As thou hexed me further into delirium,
Still, for affection or detestation, I wonder?

[*june,18th 05*]