A Love Lost

You were mine
To claim,
In times foretold.

To me. 
A shadow,
N’er to its flame.

You cast me 
Deeply. ‘neath
Thy fiery chin.

In fleshly pose,
Departed—
From your warmth.

What a deserted
Sanctuary, to find?
Would you say,
Not so? 

In your visage,
I can no longer
—Remain.

For you’ve,
Bested me.
That’s for sure!

Unto your justful 
Mercy. I shall be found.