Sunday, January 24, 2010


There is none a tear to weep

Nor any pain left to sense

as have become unfeeling so truly

numb and inhuman hence

and words shall bear no meaning

as such as this life is now

but will so continue weaning

to that the lack of love

for It is now as destined to be

That solitude be my consort

And sadness my only offspring

To live by, my only comfort

oh my love to caress and care

to own and hold her close

to clutch her hand and dare

the world and all its throes

but she is now so distant

A memory such farthest from me

yet ' tis memory I live by

and a hope, to someday see

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