Romance’s Traitor

-Rebel’s of the romance movement,

Forgive me of my sins-

I am a lover who hold

Love’s creeds to be true

I have a secrect untold

But now I am telling you

I have crumpled my paper love

And offered it to false idols

Desperate I forced a shove

Spitting in romance’s ideals

I have slept without passion

Spoken without art

Torn the clothes of my own fashion

Laid limp my young heart

Turned away from the beautiful

Cowered from the brave

Tainted my white festivale

Into a march solemn and deprave;

God shall not punish me

For I have sinned myself

I am both sick worm and tree

Cut off from all help

I know that this shall be my torture

As forever I shall be named: love’s traitor.