The Heart's Sad Quest. Poem by James Wade

Sadness now rises with every new dawn,
preceded by sorrow with night endured long.
The days often bright, but no mirth do they bring,
overshadowed with dark clouds from the pain bourne within.

The heart pierced soo deeply as from dagger in hand,
alas, look to the ground, but no blood in the sand.
Joy quickly parted afoul of heart's plan,
all happines gone, it hath fled from the land.

If it be only torment, not joy that love brings,
then why dost thou bard of it's virtues do sing?
For thy songs are but lies, thy lyrics be false.
to have the heart broken seems too high a cost.

The heart did run seeking to become love's happy slave,
but all the heart found was it's shallow cold grave.