One more.

One more time for the vanity 
Looks aprased again, 
One more for the rise and fall
And the much loathed
Unnecessary pain,

What products of love entice thee
A scolding fire on needing skin,
Or the cold chills of a lost desire 
Love once left unwelcome'd in,

In clothes torn of unsatisfactory state Needless wrinkles where loves fate lives, But straightforward cuffs and neckline folds the agony of loves endless wins,

Untamed sheets where love once lay
Invitations never sent nor arrived in tact , When love leaves values that never fade And love is beyond each simple fact,

To the radiance of love that lay in shallows And the deepest intimacy left untouched, To the matter of love and hands of old , long reached and always clutched, 

Unsentimental note once buried 
Or burned by fires raging heat in the heart, To the coals and chars of loves complexion Less understood incomplete though part,

Where applies or so denies 
Each and all of loves unwilling strength , To cross as though loves never know , Their value or their length.