"Is chasten'd Love, depriv'd of wings"
the cause of all true suffering?

Torn off, shackles of what sanity remained
given, sweetly given, O true Love, in vain.

The pained endeavors of neither greed nor vanity,
earning only defacement, and loss of dignity.

The stab of Cupid's arrow, heart heedlessly slighted,
A resulting unbalanced love, unrequited


© Alyssa Campbell

Day 1 | The Romantics
word prompt from Charlotte's Smith's 'On the Aphorism'