I dreamt of love (a love like driven snow,
unstain'd and virgin) in the years to come:
but years did come and went until (O woe!)
love, like the fall, decayed in my autumn.
Melancholic, I ne'er a princess met
or maiden-love with whom to spend the nights
of vernal youth. (Alas! 'tis best to forget
my life's too foolish dreams of its delights--.)
Untaint'd by love, pure and innocent;
not spoil'd by life and sin in the very least:
I cast aside my prurient youth's bent,
forswearing myself all—now mine own priest!
Now aged and effete, I've refused life (: love);--
in return, I'm refused of God above.
01/22/2014, "Don't write for the contest" Contest