All Is Not Lost Poem by Moses Ocharo

Many ups and downs have watch'd our eyes my love
Our hearts have felt the heats of all desire
And hurts too seen unjustly so cool our fires
To deepest gorges from the stars above.
How hastly transformed, woken from some dream?
Lovely then blind'd, how now aware of flaws;
Mistak'd our charms, unvail'd our padded claws,
And eachother away! So heartlessly scream?
Should we then wax our ears and foil our hearts,
And wish nothing had happen'd none at all?
And let our souls be blown as leav's in fall,
A bubble split midway, that soon departs?
But all hast not, my love, easily so lost
We still can warm ourselves off this frost.