Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Ode to the Lovelorn

Oft have I loved thee.
Oft have I cared.
Let it be for men to see,
Tis love be not reared.
Oh, no! it is the stubborn stain,
that is loathe to leave.
Unless shall it retain,
another love to believe.
Empathy! be mine only faith.
Like the sun to every sentient being,
brings light on all to bathe.
To those all seeing…
Chant thy silent vespers,
into the gentle good night.

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