Loves Keen Sting Poem by Jacob Randall

Loves Keen Sting

I walked along an empty road. Twas dark as night and the weather dreary. I heard a noise and turned to see a sight most pleasing to mine eyes. Behold in the distance. A spectral form. A shining beacon in the night. I am smitten. I run and run. for what seems like hours. Alas you remain ever distant. I have gained no ground. I reach out my hand and in a gasping voice cry out. Prezioso. Prezioso. Come to he who loves you dearly.

Before me you laugh and say I shall come and never shall we be parted. Months go by and we are still of merry mirth and cheer. How richly we laughed. How fiercely we fought. How deeply we loved each other. You are my heart I said at last. I shall love you forever more prezioso.

Alas one day you came to me and said thus, 'Tis not I that is rightful owner of your heart. Alas our love it cannot be. Why? Why, I did ask. I looked to you but you were gone. Where are you dear heart? Where are you who I have loved first? Is it truly not meant to be you who is my prince? Oh to be young again and feel loves keen sting.