A Love Resealed (poem to the painting "AUTOMAT")
Sadness has come to steal
The moment that time has to reveal;
Until life becomes gradually futile
With depression that creates a nil.
Words have made one to feel
The love that has long been sealed,
But the risk has brought an ill
Response that almost killed…
Oh, heart that made love to spill
Over a gift from uphill;
Mistakes that never dominate what’s real,
Yet dilemma has allowed this to happen still.
Perchance hope never will
Give chance to a dying steel;
What fate could it ever deal?
Nothing but sorrow for the love resealed.
Copyright © Paul Michael Razon | Year Posted 2009