Anacampserote, it is upon you I pin my dreams
That soon love departed shall call again post haste
And recognize the errors of your schemes
Of the heart strewn landscape you have laid to waste
Love torn asunder and shall ne’er be the same
Bears a pain that will in time be softened, muted
Not clinging to the hope of rekindled flame
A resolution that is sadly ended but will fade, diluted.
Love never known by one for whom you cared
Bears not the price nor nearly the cost
For unrequited love was never shared
And is less in pain than loved gained and lost.
Love regained retains the memory that my heart sings
And sweetens the fleeting reunion of a moistened kiss
And quickens the tripping and beating of my heartstrings
Bringing joy and gladness from the heart of one so missed.