Hard And Fast Poem by ian dixon

Many more of these I owned
Full penned that I might atone
Now all are gone and what remains
Speak only of wild lamentable disdain

I did once see you in refinement white
But now have come to know whats right
Where once you were adornment dear to life
Now become but shroud and blight

Perhaps you thought to bring me bliss
But I knew it never this
Too hard, fast set had become the fear
The challenge set too too dear

Gone the record of my perfumed garden
Which in time to come would have been my pardon
Now left only with my best intent to bestow
Which I had dreamed you would come to know