What King Forsakes the Ruling of His Heart

What king forsakes the ruling of his heart To bow before a queen of cruel sting Who takes but six sharp bites and then departs When west wind and sun play in brutal spring— Least of all the high king of Arctic gold Who will call all at last to his domain; Why fiercely kiss disloyal marigold As if silk petals could console the pain Or striped carnations' sweet and satin blade— Sweet when they cover wide, denying eyes But bitter as they heave through breath afraid Bitter pain with miscoloured iris lies— What God brings destruction to his own love Love dishonest and never spoken of?