Lost Love Lethewards Has Sunk Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Lost Love, like summer sunsets glowing
jealous pride shows just when going,
leaves lightning tree, with bare limbs owing,
taking, flaking, scarce bestowing.

Lost love's currents swiftly flowing
sadly send impressions growing
sometimes faster, sometimes slowing,
sometimes constant, not all-knowing.
Beauty's face through quid-pro-quoing,
winter blizzard turns, both snowing,
burning heart once artless, crowing
over fall, lost call, line toeing,
spurning trace, embraced hello-ing.

Lost love's radar to and fro-ing,
whirlwind nature, blowing, blowing,
Cupid's sacred bridge rainbowing
eroding substance sacred throwing
to the winds of change, friends foe-ing
leaving poisoned darts arrowing,
seeks to answer questions sowing
further questions Time a-mowing
soon forgets, leaves little showing.