After so long
Hearken unto the ragged voice, who doth call me from the cobbled streets.
Thou hadst sworn undying love for me many times before.
Still yet I waited with arms, aghast at who or what ye hast become.
In days gone by my delicate ache would pine for all you offered me
Now I bewail the very sight of you and what your love may be.
Hearken unto the voice that sprays my name of precious letters from the far.
Didst thou not leave, with cold feet disappear, after desperately trying to invoke my soul?
Thou could not bide my delayed reply, so like the dust thou slipped away.
So how says you with charm less urge, loss of enchantment, minus appeal.
I see that thou hast not faired well as that faraway place you resorted to has been unfavourable to one such as you.
A time ago strewn flowers graced my feet as thou hadst but a plan to woo me sweet.
Dance I did, on that cobbled ground for all to witness the love I bide.
The dancing died, the love walked wide, for now love cast my feelings aside.
I shrank back on the seat of safe, no more to feel a warmth love ache.
From one who words could not describe, and showed me no revered respect.
Discarded was I in injured pride, still rooted betwixt my chest bone, ribs when ere' I think of thee.
Hearken unto the voice that calls, now life and time bewray the fall
On sodden times of wilt and guilt.
As now time past you seek me out.
Never will I regret the delay in time, where I would not be forced to decide my mind.
Amidst the disappointment of love lost delays, your ragged voice
Accelerated old age.
Little about thee hast thou changed
For lo I still bear the beauty, radiance, of a dancing daffodil!
Written by Luvving