Dear HEART,
How do You like all this?
The mere fleeting
Probability of light,
With Darkness all Around,
You see the Stars
With closed eyes,
Caught in her Arms
Long And Small,
Into a strange dream of happiness
You leave for her goodness,
Do you feel no pain at all?
You know what she deserves,
Yet You fill Yourself with
All the tears She serves..
Dear HEART,
How could You like all this?
For love does one
Mad in Loathing...
And If Love be ever true
And yet is ever Lying,
The Love is an Illusion
And Yet is never Dying....
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