Venus, Where art thou?
Where is thy rapturous love?
Thou hast captured the hearts of men
With thy coquetry acts
Over and over, and over again.
Thy love hast been since dawn’s creation,
Since the elder days once forlorn.
Yet it seems that thou art not here.
Now from life’s liveliness thou detracts,
And leaveth me with a single tear.
Still, thou expected praise of jovial poetry
Although thou were nowhere to be seen
In my darkest hour, my slowest decent
Thy love was an affront to the heart inexact,
Thou hast left me to my lament.
So I hereby with obstinacy state,
If there ever is or was a love
It shall never be my love.
(c) Bret Sears – 2010