A dolt

The spare moments of the past were spent by getting coached at quiet firesides,

It was then that the shadow of a malignant love fell across my life……

My matt , mauved heart became jubilant…..

A short span…..                                                          And again I was proved to be a doleful dolt,

I still continue to vitrify my congealed heart, cause it was……….

                   An ephemeral love, that soled my                      life…………