my love has changed

My love has changed. I know you feel upset about the situation: The crescent's sweeper couldn't spill the pools of lyrical creation. Upset, but taking in good part the star that fell upon your brows, you spilt you heart about the house but there's no house in your heart. The one you waited for to greet has passed your shelter like a cynic. My friend, whomever did you gild the key for with your singing lyric? You'll never versify the sun and never see the Heaven's bound. Just like a mill that flaps its fan but cannot tear off the ground.