Dear Love: Poem by Phantom Anonymous

Dear Love; was that you again today....?
I am sure I saw your face,
so sure.... I thought I'd stay,
By instinct I surrendered to a moment without caution
quickly I lost reality, and the ambition of my actions
Trapped by the freedom of a very familiar dull
I found Bliss atop bliss beneath melancholy and grudge.
was that you amongst the crowd, trying earnestly to be seen?
a rose among thorns. among thorns among leaves
with this I wish goodbye and it is all I will say
travel light when next we meet, if whether to visit, or come to stay.