The Elegiac Configuration

It did require an era to piece it collectively
This enigma long ruined yet shortly restored.
A mystery that epitomizes my perpetual essence as undivided.
Its innumerable segments signify the rudiments of emotion:
Adoration, abhorrence, contentment and melancholy
(To specify a minute quantity of the entirety).
In the midst of an ostensibly immeasurable amount of possibilities
Lays a sentiment of reality of inclination.

Fervently I bestowed upon you the absolute enigma
As a legacy to symbolize my veneration and admiration.
As abruptly as you pledged adoration and respect
You deceived my conviction and I subsided.
As my humanity shattered, thus did my spirit
(It dispersed into scores of rubble).

There exists potential to restore the enigma once more.
However, I shall only allocate it to be completed by a lone hand
(Oh how lovely they clutch at sanctuary).
No longer may I consent to an alternative to obtain pleasure in the labor,
Or the reverie that entails constructing a scene (such compelling facades).
No longer may my essence be amended (simply reinstated).
And until that time I abandon the fragments, strewn on the floor.