To Romance (Visions Of Love)

Romantic rays, of these were lit  
my early days as joy saw fit.  
I reveled in your warm cascades;  
receded into wanton ways.  
Yet visions bore no guarantee,  
were at best of elusivity;  
my intentions so did melt  
under glare of scrutiny dealt  

And I did cast you out, away --  
my bosom shielded of decay.  
The suit of armour molded, cast  
would not then yield to your repast.  
The hungry heart devoured itself  
within its shrine upon a shelf  
and where have gone Thee, lost above  
at each attempt to capture love.  
 
Divine, intangible: Whose allure  
is only a nutriment to those unsure  
wavering in their sleepy dreams,  
your regale never quite as it seems.  
But I yet know your inner taunt --  
Romantic Love so given to want  
every soul to call its own  
except to the free, no truth be shown!  
 
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