When bloom has failed and frangrance passed
and thorns now all that does remain
that into soft flesh dig and draw
tears scarlet which run down pale cheeks.
These nightimes fall without sunset
and lifeless love lies tossed aside
and joy once wild and filled with hope
sits silent, strangled, without voice.
Yet onwards, duty, oath’s fulfilled
and aching smiles speak not of pain
through days they shuffle, numb to loss
and into night , not to emerge