How loneliness grabs each breath that we take
And sighs give the lie to banter we fake
The wisdom of patience, promise of time
So longing of love of manner sublime
In mad search of Eros ever unseen,
Ephemeral lure that clearly it’s been
The foul fraud of gods who tease and torment
Who mock human passion and speed its descent.

Copyright © 2001 Paul Heno