Time & time & time again
you painted Love's landscape from palettes of sin.
Your canvas: my heart pulled taut & stretched tight
the frame of my passion no longer alight
with desire for you; you tossed it aside
when another's smile you longingly eyed.
Why seek you my pain?
'Tis all left of your reign;
your Queendom's long past,
my love long-starved from this terrible fast.
No longer do I dream, nor live for the night
when your visits to my heart filled my soul with pure light
of Fantasy's treasures; of the sweetness you possess.
Nevermore shall I see you, if God my soul bless.
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