Loves Ills Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Did I rush too fast?
She went right past
Away from me no word
Well nothing I heard

Why did I take a chance?
Once again with loves dance
Self inflicted
Belief contradicted

Love is a fickle mistress
Causing sometimes distress
This torn heart was healing fast
Now torn apart from loves blast

Never more will these feelings grow
Alone here I will stay I know
The journey was so short
I didn’t realise that I was caught

Caught in the web of loves tears
That was one of my darkest fears
Plans that were being made now gone wrong
Crushed back into the depths where they belong

That maiden so fair and sweet
Oh I wish my heart didn’t meet
Maybe it’s a fool I am
Caught like the fly on jam

Now there is new pain
My composure to regain
Should it be a straight cut?
Hit so hard in the gut

Guess I will wonder long
What did I do that was wrong?
Sitting here mystified
Here my torn heart died

Dark fingers grab my soul tight
Dragging it away from the light
Putting it in a box
Amongst the broken rocks

Defeated and deflated
All pain is thus related
There are no magic pills
To cure loves ills