Those rhymes I once relished,
adorned and embellished
with classical quotes:
(antique anecdotes)
Were lines I once cherished,
Once published – now perished.
Their ghosts in my mind
look to me to find…
the source of the sorrows
that tore my tomorrows
with longing for girl,
in diamond and pearl,
who’d vanquished my verses,
condemned them with curses,
and poisoned my pen:
My cold-hearted Gwen!