Love Sonnet 123: 'While Checking Remnants Of The Mirth That Fled' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

While checking remnants of the mirth that fled,
This hurting heart riles at the trysting field
Where lovers once bask in the joys they spread,
Forever lost now, to forever yield;
What with the cold winds blowing crisp and cold,
No songbird sings, not till the spring unfolds
Which turned green our tree, with our sign of old:
Two hearts and arrow carved in bark, that still holds;
But unlike leaves, hearts may not at all, change,
Their beats are not in rhythm with the tide,
Some couples bind, to never rearrange,
And may require death for them to divide;
......In seas, uncharted, with love out of sight,
......This lovelorn soul waits for a better plight.