The Conundrum of Lost Desire; or finding inspiration to write a villanelle

With love and faith, I cracked my heart for you

and passion filled the holes with fire,

while grace’s light surrendered what I knew.

Wandering alone, I found Xanadu.

And there, for my burdens, was a pier

with Love and Faith; I cracked my heart for you.

A familiar world turned to flames of blue

as I gathered ashes of desire,

while grace’s light surrendered what I knew.

I carried the urn to grasses of dew.

Spreading the contents, there sprang a brier.

With love and faith, I cracked my heart for you.

Closing my eyes, I shunned the thorns I grew,

then saw the roses of its attire,

while grace’s light surrendered what I knew.

Through Beauty, I was given what is true.

In her arms, I let myself retire

with love and faith. I cracked my heart for you,

while Grace’s light surrendered what I knew.