Lost It's Shine Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Love lost it's shine
Love once so fine
Passed it's prime
Love stopped on a dime
Felt like a crime
Fed me a line
Bound my heart in twine
Ran out of time
Got heavy with grime
Overgrown with a vine
Vinegar from sweet wine
Sour like a lime
Siient as a mime
From oak to white pine
I looked for some sign
It even lost it's rhyme
Though I'm still tryin'
I feel my broken heart dying
I fear this so called love
Was never really mine
Soon we'll be crying