Lorne Love

love lays lorn, torn but not broken hearted. thwarted but not last resorted. contorted and bending in sway, holding dear to the day. like it was a way away but still fond. a memory of nearness spent.
carved into tree and barks subtle mark, an old sign of noteworthy devotee. through storm and list the remiss missed kiss was never blissed as one thought it be. free from what holds and emboldened not by the caught passion of moments fashion. a lashing lasting remote note of disdained pain kept hidden in the midst of a look. mistook for loves ocean, another wave breaking on baked sand somewhere men can never stand.