My mind says to write something new
Maybe on ebbs and flows of life
colored in hopeful hue.
Maybe on primrose plucked for Valentine
dying pretty for lovers to woo.
Or, maybe how in mirrors of tragic strife
We see reflections of humanity anew.
But such is this Heart’s wretched plight
Lost in a world with thoughts of you.
And nothing else seems to right
this poet’s doom of aching rue…