Lothario
Love was an
Ill-advised dream
Giving ear to my words
And considering
My meditations
Ennui had not captured
Nor locked me
In a state of mind
More deplorable than time itself
As it was betrayal
Fabricating my imprisonment;
For Sorrow
Is a traitor
Now ‘tis freedom giving ear to
My whispered meditations
For a kinder path
Worn metaphorically proud
As shining crescent
That has brought forth
My contingency to settle
Upon a sadly mistaken Casanova
Or perhaps even a well-meaning
And well-mannered
Lothario
