He loved as few men ever love
But she did not love him;
She entertained him for awhile
Upon some sort of whim
Then broke his heart one winter day
With casual disdain;
And left him crushed into the ground
His soul, a dark moraine
But there, in heartbreak’s fertile soil
Appeared a winter rose;
Amidst the lonely wintertide
Within the gathered snows
His reborn life, so happy now
So warmly topsy-turvy;
His love not wasted anymore
On somebody
Unworthy
(“He Loved” – 12-8-2014)