She Loved, She Adored

Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones,
Of wistful dancing on ochre spring leaves
My heart prancing, wrenched webs it weaves.
Rosed tokens of lust - did not sway her muse
Taken by a gust of another lipped fuse.

Those memories of old - dreams she held
Imprinted my mould, mournfully I shelled;
She loved white cranes, she adored flocks at dawn
Sun rays on the plains, cast light 'twas drawn.
She loved the bells, she adored her sacred church;
The ave sung spells, the tapping loose birch.

I attempted a sonnet - whispered each word
Lifted not her love bonnet; sentiments unheard;
She loved to rhyme, she passed my bleeding prose
Of her heart rung chime and blushing rose.
She loved to pine, she adored the moon
Not content with mine, on another she'd swoon.

I linger in an abyss - drenched in her wake
Of an apparition's kiss, remnants I sorely take;
She loved the rain, she adored dripping trees
That dribbled my pain and solemn pleas.
She loved another, and adored him truly
Ignoring these scars, patterned most unruly.