11/06/2011

Oh that Love were not as inconstant as the sea

Ebbing and flowing at the orbs demand
He plays and toys with emotions like a puppeteer
Complete disregard for the puppet on the string
How can it go from inconsolable to empty in the blink of an eye?
Is attraction truly so fleeting
Is life really so cruel
To present a man a full queue
Then to rip it to shreds in an instant
The ego cannot take such inconstant turns
Heat and cold will kill it quickly
Letting it atrophy and die from infrequency