The Renewal Of Love Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

No inspiration comes to me, no verse
Or poetry is formed within my mind,
I'm silent all day long, the muse's curse
Prevents expression now of any kind,
I'm like a violin with broken strings
That cannot make the slightest sound,
Or like a nightingale that never sings,
And why is this? You are the person you
Have always been, unique, a diamond,
Have I been changed? Is there no special thrill
At seeing you again? Are we just friends?
Did something happen, something kill
The love I felt for you? I can't believe
That love has gone forever, it's just a lie!
It isn't true! Am I just left to grieve
Or is it true that love must fade and die
And fountains of the heart will all run dry?
Well if it is, I know the final word,
The game's not worth the candle, life's absurd!
But can I end my poem in this style?
The words are hopeless and the meaning vile!
There's more to love and life than this
Since you can cure my illness with a kiss
And banish all my sorrows with a smile! !