LOVERS TO LOVERS

Our love forsworn

Was very love upon a day,

Bitterness now, forlorn,

This tattered love once went as proud a way

As any born.

You well have kept

Your love from all corrupting things,

Your house of love is swept

And bright for use; whatso each season brings

You may accept

In pride. But we?

Our date of love is dead. Our blind

Brief moment was to be

The sum, yet was it signed as yours, and signed

Indelibly.