Life's Little Lamentation

How many times do you write of disappointments? How oft'n that would be, that you'd be stung by careless words uttered carefully, but without care How many times do you write of them? How oft'n that would be, that you'd find your shoelaces untied laced with annoyance, but without malice How many times do you write of someone? How oft'n that would be, that you'd think only of her very vividly, but without requite How many times do you write of disappointments? How oft'n that would be, that you'd sing of her in silence sometimes loudly, but without sound.

Who rival the eye of a star in a whirlpool of madness? when in emptiness i turn to thee Who tug at the heart-stone of infinity? and count the threads of my broken heart Mend it;- and now it seems like new but, Who decides if Every Moment I Love You? and yet i still craze the un-forgiven past and find my self lost again.