The Jilted Seeks Again
-The Jilted Seeks Again-
When my fortunes tilted,
I was by my winsome love jilted.
And my heart heavily bled;
Happiness and half my life fled-
Dolefully, I cooed like a dove.
But after a spell so long,
I hear echoes of an inner love song,
And on another quest
Will I venture and knock as guest
On the bolted door of Love.
My bodily inclinations are beckoning
And I am reckoning,
“Why did I waste my time trying,
And crying;
Tears never once at all drying,
For some love that was long dead?
Tortured my head,
Listening to an inner voice, lying
That I keep vying-
That knot we would be tying?”
That time when I was jilted,
I tried to revive a love long wilted;
I tended, lured and begged.
Each day, my odds, lower pegged.
Dolefully, I wooed like a dove.
Now my soul sings a song
As I look for love that lingers long.
After my emotional looting,
I am frail, but I will find firm footing
On the slippery slope of Love.
Copyright © Friday Hamamba Hanene | Year Posted 2020
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