Of eager looks & charming hooks,
As lovers wrought in heavy books.
A glance of love for puerile days,
For children lost in starry gaze.
Youth and fervor, now cast aside,
But time since past this thrilling ride.
A time, a time, what murderous time.
Pacing forth within dull rhyme.
Poems written to tell tall tales,
But none to help what fails.
A heart with words that can't deliver,
The game she plays to go with her.