Never Loved

by Mark

If I have ever lived to feel pure love;
No footprint of that love did leave in me
Nor could familiar scents from Cupid prove
That conscience into love were my decree.
Tho' has my loveless days, turned loveless years;
Deformed in senses, time - when lore did feel?
By thunder 'bout the grail of lover's peers
To where the ardent and my mind congeal.
Yes! Born was I to love, and not of stones,
Some kiln for hearts had burned me into mold;
What only I surmise to be of bones
Devoid of love, now void to that of old.

Yet it's the testimony of my core:
I've never loved, and nor shall evermore.