Unrequited

I was once a Romeo In gallant quest of romantic love. For sake of which I wandered far afield, Past mills and quarries, foundries and farms Where good folk tend their business And useful things get done. As spring gave way to winter, I found the climate daunting, With freeze and thaw displacing by upheaval My belief in happily ever after. My confirmations became suspicioned, And my satisfaction curiosified. My ratifications were soon dutifully amended And my achievements ambitioned To a more sensible view of reality. Having suffered hard time in the punishment block, Where one’s thoughts then tend To either stagnate or germinate, I arrived at this one eternal paradox: Only fools dare ever fall in love, While only love can save the foolish from themselves.