I have returned! The nights I spent so long alone,
in the cold and the dark upon my restless throne
of various books and baubles next to my table
while I was planning on what to do while I was still able
to work to the bone of my already-gaunt frame
against a labyrinth of due-dates that all were the same,
deprived me of time and labor and more of the two
that could have been spent directed towards you.
It was partly my fault, for I had forgotten
the importance of work over joy ill-begotten
as I sought the finer things in this life
while ignoring the problems and all of the strife
associated with this things. Now keep in mind
that we all have this problem, no matter what kind
of people we are, for that is just hole in the plot,
the protagonist loses sight of what is real and what is not.
But in my case, it had become particularly bad.
I had thrown my obligations away concerning what I had
to do in order to maintain my good name
to the public so that my honor might not turn to shame.
There was work to be done, but I had no intention to stay
and toil over those matters. I threw my burdens away
for I had considered they were worth not a dime,
and all of the world's troubles were a waste of my time.
But then I was forced, by circumstance only and not by the will
of the people (who, for some time, had long kept still
in silence, for fear of provoking the beast
laying dormant inside me, waiting to feast
on the flesh and bone of all those who crave
to oppose my free will and all that it gave),
to consider my place in my life and the earth
in consideration to those who desired my birth,
my future, my life. I saw the need to work and repay
everyone in my life (solely through work, to my personal dismay)
so that I might come into adulthood as a responsible man
who could devote himself willingly to someone else (preferably a woman).
And now, I am back and ready to play
the game of love that so many say
is easy and simple but then cannot succeed
for they do not recognize and consider the need
to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the task at hand;
to receive and reciprocate the love of a woman is grand
toil and should not be taken as light
for there are some who are willing to fight
in order to find their most perfect man,
and one must incorporate that into some coherent plan.
One must not rush at love blindly, for love is quite frail
nor can one plan meticulously or they are destined to fail.
But economy is a must, and so I must say
that I love you more and more with each passing day.
