Love's Lament Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

One stone upon another placed
Is how the wall is built:
With distance as its footer firm
And buried in the silt.

The height and placement of the wall
By choice, it does proceed—
It keeps away unwanted things;
To this you must concede.

And as you go about your life,
Another stone unseen
Is added to its breadth, in time,
With pebbles wedged between.

When safe behind your wall, at last,
With all your baubles near,
You count your pleasures day by day,
But then a voice you hear.

You doubt the reasons for your wall,
But it's too late, you see!
The thing you kept so far from you
Was me! Alas, 'twas me.