Love Hath Nigh Feelings, Yetly Scorned. Poem by Michael Gale

Luck lustered images that have faded...
Makes my heart hurtly jaded.

For why should I give to you a trusted yes? ...
In the form of my ignited, bless.

Alas, alas, you hurt me more...
I cannot under score, how pained my heart,
albeit-swollen sore.

Cracked and pained by yearly abuse....
This heart, deafened as if this be thy-Muted-Obtuse.

For what be ye aching arch? ...
To thine own lips, loved starved and parch.

No love be ever for never worn....
Only one thing left to heart-this thy day,
I've ever sworn thy scorn.