Sympathy

Loved I, but not thee more?

Of thine beauty thou hast beseeched of me

Yet in the still of thine fornication

Lay the heart of honor to thine own pledges

to position beside the still pool of Mine blood.

Only to pass by, a stranger

To the affliction that onced

Plagued thine own depth

Let us plainly speak as twine of the same mind.

Tis thine pain thou seekest a refuge?

And not of another?

That by giving thou canst also Receive

what thine humanity sorely requires...

For truth and beauty beyond the words

Reviews

[Chris]

The flow, tone, rhythm, and sound work well. The but is the difficuty of translating it to now. The world is still a stage ...the players still act... as they always have.

[Liderien]

very beautiful review. Thank you!