Hope in Defeat

1) b) Held back in this fortress of solitude
I await your presence; for you are rude
To bait me, delays intensify, mar the
Desire for your love. Yet far from here
Your fighting chore, shoving through enemies
And tight lipped gore, moving through the breezes
Upon the wind, your glorious brow stays;
Have I sinned, that furious bow of plays
That does keep your grace from loves desires?
But rust in the rain, as I must, with the fires
Of your toil and pain that durst to mire
My hopes in the form of letters discreet.
Thus do I stand, torn by your absence, meet
Dreadful gales born from your defeat.

                                                    Hope in Defeat, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012