Was ever there a plague
Quite like uncertainty?

Where yes would be preferred,
No would not prove absurd,
For the matter would be done,
While now it hangs unsung.

To toss and fret so long
Is devilishly wrong.
Such ambiguity
Can whittle sanity.

How nothing proves deadly
Quite like uncertainty.

What a sublime impermanence is to be found
In this cavalcade of inanity we know as love.

What once heralded joy, pledged promise divine
Now spawns a spurn that admonishes mine.

What delicious torture a man must bear
If he is of the lover's ilk - Cupid's doll.

What must one do to abolish the scars
Left by the ravages that heartbreak can mar?

What tumult must be borne within the mortal soul
In order to appease the convolutions of the human psyche.

What a breath a malaise for a logic gone dead,
The emotional hierophant left in its stead.

What is the purpose to the words I am writing,
The ramblings so obfuscated on which my time is wasted?

What a beacon they serve to those jaded and lost -
To those that have loved and tasted the cost.

You beautiful spirit,
Crown jewel of my kingdom,
Goddess of my worship and sacrifice.
You could not leave me my words?

I give you my all,
My blood and sweat
With tears reserved for darker days,
And yet you take my words as well?

Reduced to scribbles,
Archaic and impassioned,
Imprisoned in the stolen skin of nature,
Perhaps never to see the light:
Never to tell you I cannot live without you;
Never to whisper my nervous need;
Never to say that your beauty is not skin deep.

A soul as yours has not a single flaw,
Though I have searched and searched,
And yet these gilded words I cannot speak.
You take my language with my breath away,
Locked in that deep, intelligent gaze,
Bounded with sadness.

Will you only let me say
"I cannot leave, I have to stay,"
Before you take my words away?