Blame Love?

If love is equal to the fame it claims;
To fame it has no great monogamy,
Behind that which so prides, by self defames;
As plays the part of one's misogamy:
First has believed the host, with wondrous gift;
Deferring eyes from under beauty's veil
To then proceed the 'everlasting lift'
Until of heart does love itself impale.
Yet have by love, I think, I've been unjust?
By wary heart in search for better blame;
Than what in shattered glass is shattered trust,
Then love's still love, albeit where it came:

The bitter shards may not be love's own make,
Apologies to love, for lover's sake!