The starry blues of violet gaze,

It stole my heart from warmer days.

But when I woke from slumber night,

The days, they broke my lumber, slight.  

Within the bolder breathing gold

Of nightly bright in darkened cold,

I knew I turned the corner’s wins

Hereto I loved my lady’s sins.  

She killed our dog and broke my back,

She burned our house and crashed the bike,

For all the things I thought I’d lack

I tried to get her help and psych.

For all the things she did ignore

My errant love, I did abhor.

For all the horrid things she did,

My love for her, I couldn’t rid.