Monumental Love Mistake

Such limpid love as graces your heart comes once in a blue moon Sometimes spurned, sometimes welcome In scenes and circumstances teeming with joy in an afternoon When reflecting upon your unwise action and reaction at home You rue the mad blood that flooded your head Dismissing love as though on you it felt like the plague You could shove beneath your boisterous bed Cos the swag of this love in your mind felt vague Until in anger the jilted love left To hide its hurt pride for good In a hermetic cleft from which no theft Could persuade the love to accept the fickle food You offered the love upon realizing you hurt it so bad Wondering why such drastic action you had to take To make an innocent love so sad It cried, cried, cried because the love concluded you’d made a monumental mistake.