My heartbeat pauses, ling’ring for its cue
To reappear, yet nothing skittles forth
With promise to ignite me bright and new
In you. Now, I must face a life, sans mirth

A life, sans worth, but only for a space
In time. I now know I need leave you free
To friends and folly, full of fickle spice
Less iced that acids left by you in me.

For near a score of months, we set our sights
To scale romance which language could not touch
In any Romance Language. Now our flights
Defeat our temp’ral ‘tempts to gain so much.

My heart resigns to truth and caustic life
That aches and burns, my lone intended wife.