My Love..

My love, who has vanished,
From your divine presence One was forcefully banished.
One steadily travels down a scorched, lonely path,
And with nothing but darkness to protect One from life?s wrath.
Where there was once control and order, is only chaos and pain,
Why oh why, did my love make One's life so worthless and mundane?

My love, dearest love, who left me all alone,
Without your direct guidance, One's future is unknown.
I granted every wish that you asked and was diligent and ever true,
To every word that was spoken from your lips and command given by you.
You told me that One pleased you in a satisfactory way,
If this is so, then why have you left One in such disarray?

My love, Perfect, Dearest love, on whose infallibility One dotes,
If it pleases you to return, every word shall be for you that escapes One's throat.
One does so wish you would return and re-establish some form of order to One's life,
Controlling and preventing her from cutting up small objects with a serrated knife.
Such chaos and tremendous discord is driving One quite literally insane,
With all these frenzied thoughts One has been forced to hesitantly entertain.

My Cold, Dark love, One cannot begin to imagine where you are,
But One is beginning to think you are somewhere very, very far.
One is unsure and wary of her current well-being and physical state,
Sadly, One was forced to desecrate your possessions, this urge One could not sedate.
One hoped that this unholy act would bring you back, even if it was in retribution,
But still nothing occurred when One lay there on the floor, awaiting execution.

Love, One has lit your belongings aflame in a burning blaze,
One did not know she possessed such audacity and was quite amazed.
One cried herself to sleep last night, knowing your words were lies,
But as hard as One tries, her love she could never learn to despise.
My Dark love . . . One cannot understand why he ever disappeared,
And perhaps he never understood that One is much worse off than he had feared.