The cold cruel winds of lost romance
Has my tormented soul destroyed
Cutting into my heart like a lance
Causing me to long for death’s void
Solitude enables me to reflect back
Feelings of remorse are my penitence
I struggle to get my life back on track
To find a shred of joy in my existence
Hard learned lessons in the art of living
Pensive periods of tortured memories
Not understanding or even forgiving
Wondering about my own inadequacies
I am wallowing in a bog of moroseness
When I see a shining bright guiding light
Showing the way out of my bitterness
And giving me the inspiration to write
Your passionate beaming smile warms me
The windows of your soul light the way
Feelings of despair disappear miraculously
The skies turn to bright blue from gray
As deeply from passion’s wellspring I drink
The beauty of your soul leaves me breathless
Your love has returned me from the brink
Once again my life has direction and focus
in UK bog has another connotation ...:-)M