Shall I Be Loved Still

And as early dusk usually finds me wandering, In a secret garden to relish my own private feast Leaving our hearth... distanced from togetherness Would you still love me? Vagrant these moods, carefree then insolent That gentle arms hesitate starlit’s touch-- An anger or desolation keeps us cold, apart Would you still love me? Amidst times of ordeal as resources dwindle I test such manly pride with bitter transgressions, Unable to listen with comfort , hissing acidly. Somehow, Would you still love me? Gray the tresses like moon’s silver wisps, My body drooped from toil of ardour’s pledge I shall but ask, in the blink of faintest nights--- Would you still love me? ------------- 12/20/2018 Edward Ibeh’s Contest: Would You Still Love Me