Nursing a broken heart,
this body of a recluse,
where's love, is it there?
the dilemma does confuse.
The sunsets, day after day,
have that uncanny resemblance,
the mind churns, the heart sinks,
in sorrows' deep assemblance.
Like that elusive warbler,
happiness still eludes,
and this sad hunter,
rejected, dejected broods.
