The Madness of Love

Undiscovered Love

A Variation on the Terzanelle:


Undiscovered Love





The howling dogs of love have never bitten me
Though every night I gaze expectantly about,
Recklessly a prowl and searching for that key.

Sniffing for an odor, exploring along the route
As I check the taverns and all places that I go.
Through every night, I gaze expectantly about.

Strange men smile as I stop and say hello.
I meander here and there with optimistic hope
As I check each tavern and all places that I go.

Though good fortune hangs no downward rope,
Nor their stiffened lips and surly-looking frowns,
I meander here and there with optimistic hope.

My hair is long and curled; I wear elegant gowns,
Yet their eyes so vastly dull offer not a thing,
Nor their stiffened lips and surly-looking frowns.

I tell them I am searching for no simple fling.
They glance away, pouring empty conversation,
And their eyes so vastly dull offer not a thing,

They’re free and ample in their offers of libation,
But alas, Cupid’s arrow has never once been shot.
They glance away, pouring empty conversation.

So many men, offering me Johnny-on-the-spot
As I pass the night in dream-like expectation,
But alas, Cupid’s arrow has never once been shot.

I’ve begun to think that love’s just fabrication.
For it’s unreachable as stars for those like me
As I pass each night in dream-like expectation,
Recklessly a prowl and searching for the key.



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