''seed of Love''

I sail unaware into the ocean currents of her life: and smitten, I desire to ride them with her. Somewhere along the ocean ways, a seed of love plants itself in the soil of my heart and takes root and grows— only to perish like an embryo of hope that's aborting itself: though I love her still, she cuts and lacerates my heart like a careless knife. In spite of this cruelty and myself, I look for encouragement in her stare. And at the outlines of her magnificent form I marvel: she is indeed a Helen of Troy, a Venus— on whose loveliness I so richly gorge! But never was a lonelier man more wretched than I am, as she cannot return my affections with equal measure of feeling or passion. I would be gladder had she been unwedded to another, and could more easily be within my desirous and jealous orbit! In time, I never see her again; and love, or the similitude of It— like some aborted fetus— flushes down the toilet and dies with her parting as well...