Romance Is My Oxymoron

O! Isle nigh stream our spirits oft got lost in urge,
O! Romance my oxymoron, once my sacred chord
Today you are the whip on my mind as years wilt
Without my honeycomb’s rosy lips seeing mine—
My Jewel-colorful strolled into the vale of silence
Leaving a spiritless weed to grace earth with weep
Other romance were ice beside our fire now slain
Years rove; eyes yet drop, by her tomb I have lain
Held in each teardrop is story of soured romance
Aye romance beaten to death by the villain death