Emblemed traces hidden inside me
are the dismantles of one-way love.
You held me loose asunder
at the precipice of your chasm.
My prudent heart hid no love
I bled each drop at your cup
you apparently found every bit
an equivocal grotesque.
Over the ages, I've trekked
finding not even single flower
with flamboyant petal
to entice my desires.
So I find myself at the monument
exhuming a catastrophe of love.