Once was I but seeking love upon ungainly night
Soon to stride my gait above like some perilous trite.
A game well played yet once before
Passion fade in times of yore;
Yet spirits dance for trodden reason,
And chance had placed fire this season.

What is forgotten in loves lost divinity?
For sure it's not Love's infinity.




Any comments would be nice. Haven't done any real spontaneous poems for a little while that I consider actually "worked on".

I like it, it has a nice flow to it. Short, but it says a lot. Very good.