Saturday, September 6, 2008

Can this be true

Can this be true or am I tossed by a snare
That findeth it's way from a dreaded nightmare,
A year passeth by without once a gleam
of my adored One, O heart of Love supreme,
Tell me, I pray, have I lived upon this earth,
Under these darkened clouds, weary of my birth;
Ah! Dare I to weep, wet tears refuse to fall,
I cannot speak: Aye my lips are closed to all.

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