If I could surmise my sorrow and sadness,

I find it to be diluted down to an unsatisfactory gladness.

Sometimes I feel like the unluckiest contender,

A loser in love but still a constant defender.

As I have known the blessing of a love so gentle,

That for me it was my light, my shrine and my temple.

But it's temperamental nature meant from such highs I did plummet,

To find now I fear love from the vast fall from my summit.

That mountainous scope is now but a rocky view,

I can't see a way back up now I'm battered and blue.

Maybe I was just lucky to ever catch such a view,

To meet the ecstasy of love but have to come down too soon.



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