Once smote
I never believed
Smitten could again be possible
Oh how I erred
A malignant love
Had given a sty to all eyes
A vision so blind
I saw derision
Your truth as lies
Never the salient aspects of life
My dubious, dopiness doubts
Your ferocious, fervent feelings
Tremulous, nervous, benevolent heart
Cursed by its own inanition
Portraying a diffident version of I
One of a flippant rancor
For my Romances that have past
And not of my dreams
That you dream for me
Forgive my rumination
– H O’Neil
– Yvie Ratzmann (photograph)
