Oh Love, Who Once Made Me Feel So Blest Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Oh love, who once made me feel so blest,
yet now desires to end this happy security.
Who assures me that heart can come to rest
upon a future that will not have place for me.
Oh shadow that hides behind my weary soul,
who laughs at my passion which is undying.
Please be gentle in your ending of my role.
Do not ignore my leaping hands still trying
to erase the pressure of words unshaken.
Oh soul, which is filled with wild endeavour,
be kind in your death which life has taken.
Be patient in the limbs you will happily sever.
Oh heart, why are you so heavy to know?
Why, dear love, must all ours fail to grow?