Dear Love

Dear Love,
 
I stumble upon you again
in the early wakes of morning
strides in exhibition within waves
crashed upon memories enslaved
held up, and suspended
 
Destined to dance this fate of romance pain outshines the sun when all is said and done
 
time she has not been kind  
to a heart put on display
passions penned to the end
destiny no longer her friend
 
Love, you've been gone too long
leaving no crumbs, to follow
as I swallowed life's bitter pill
but here you are again
and this time . . .