Spurned

I saw her after an exhausting day,

And longed to hear her voice,

But she did not have much to say,

She had a heart of ice

And she is the only refuge I know,

The only place I long to go,

So when she spurned me,

I did not know where to be,

My only home was with that lady

I did not know what I did,

She was determined to remain a mystery,

Somehow I had angered my beloved,

And I have ended up dejected 

I tried to read her but she was as confusing as a book of pagan superstitions,

And so I remained as puzzled as if she were an enigmatic runic inscription