The world has had enough poems of you from me?then it must suffer anotherfor if I write of youit is not that I want to writebut because I mustthe word..
light falls enrapturedon goldentussledhairand fair, fair skincheeks still emblazonedwith the burning flag of passionthat is always consumed too soon.I..
He wept, that he could no longer cryand said this:"what am I to do?I still feel it deep.what am I to do?denial creeps insideand I am fain to believe i..