Questions or inquest

shall I write of love of a deep and abiding eternal bliss timeless. or shall I dwell on heartache's broken romances dances that should have never been, much less started misunderstood chances tainted by twilight's titillating tease stolen kisses beside the obvious is that so blatant and yet who would notice, not the oblivious secret partners who laugh in our face where is my heartbeat the one that's absconded with the essence of me. I wait by these waters listening for clues no news, where did this hope run to the link has fallen out of legend snapped and slipped away when no one was watching spiraled and spun to the next step and may be waiting, not sure how much of what we perceive remains here in our minds, for all time beautiful pictures on pixie sticks, fragmented images taunting melodrama's brush...