. . . "In hesitations grasp, I lament your departure; Never sure from moment to moment, what was, As to what I lost; no iron-clad guarantee; Nor a signed contracts untimely forfeiture.Words you gave me were sweet but acidic; Advisements caustic or too sentimental.A vapid start is a token sort of promise, Of love taken lightly and most incidental.Love has always made a certain fool of me; Me so serious, w" .