You Do To Me No Longer Poem by Beth Grant

You, see.
You are the only one in this sphere
to create a mind so unclear.
If time were to be my friend,
I could send you this trend,
To break your heart in two
as you doth to me do.

But then you shall come
with never letting sum
of love to be had
in times not so bad.

How I do desire it so
that never shall let I go,
but dreams so often
are futures softened.

You are no dream to be nutured,
but a love that drives torture
to a heart long strangled
and so badly mangled.