This is from the depths of my soul:

- "Love's Wealth" -

"And in the autumn of the year, which arose...
from out of the hot sun of summer, fading fast,
There contemplated a man of sorrow and wisdom...
Who dreaded the winter, which chilled and froze.
Not for the cold it brought, which did not last,
But for the loneliness which so tormented him."

"He penned a poem to reach a heart like his own,
His quill held steady, despite his anxiousness.
What hope in words, when people forget in time?
People are only human, of mortal flesh and bone,
Too quick to overlook a loving heart, and bliss.
And too swift to dismiss, the truth in a rhyme!"

"Oh, to craft a mate to one's soul, what power...
That only gods have over men's and women's fates.
We cannot create love from nothing, as can they!
And so I pray, that soon shall come a golden hour,
Wherein a lady fair shall, my wanton heart sate...
And my eternal night shall give before the day."

"None who live request their maker to create them,
And so none who live should have only themsevles.
Every soul contains it's share of longing lusts!
I know well, from whence this longing doth stem...
When a heart is fashioned, it is split in halves.
All our lives, we seek the half to complete us."

"Are we, then, machines programmed long before...
Doth not flesh and bone function automatically?
Oh, aye, but we are more, for our souls are real!
If only love were more plentiful, ever in store...
Then, changed would be the whole of this reality.
Too many, fear to look beyond the flesh's seal!"

"Yet do I dare to look into the spirit, and care,
For it is there that we trult exist in true form!
I fancy that, somewhere, my destined one hears me.
Will she answer me today, my dear soulmate fair?
I hope upon her courage, to keep my own soul warm.
For winter cometh, and brittle grows every tree."

"Oh sweet e'en would be that winter were she here!
A springtime we might make out of such a season...
But I lack the power to craft such wonders myself.
To be like the gods, our other half must be near!
And so I hope, with longing as my rhyming reason,
That soon I shall be filled, with love's wealth."

May the love I have never known, know me soon.

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Wonderful

Nice write

I pray along with you and for you so that you may know and be filled with Love's wealth