Penance Poem by Peter Patriae

Sorrow decrees a parting of ways

Extended apologies remain sincere

No prose will garner any praise

Her eyes avert, we both adhere

Though never possessed, a forfeited friend

Platonic ideals fall remorsefully short

An ocean of blue I long to suspend

Devotion negates a willing support

Eyelids swell but cease to broach

One set of tears declares no right

For if it proves my lone approach

Sentiment’s mine however contrite

So blandishments linger as sullenness creeps

Aspersions cast over a watchful eye

Limerence stifles but regardlessly seeps

With metta I grace a solemn goodbye