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Nahum Mar 2020
Love shall fail
‘Tis not forever
Nor the feeling retained,
Yet for I it would remain,
Love grew for thee
Yet like hammer to nail,
Feeling cease at sudden doubt
Art thou insane for thinking thee would retain such love for I?
Nay, rather dull!!
For the thought of actions that cannot be erased by time
But leave thy forgotten, left for dead amongst failed lovers
I forgo the prize, fall to thy knee and tear at the thought of thee
I shall never be forgiven nor deserve such deeds to grace my soul.

Suffer, endure, and survive
Simple as words yet difficult to action
Rather suffer thricefold,
Then shatter thy being at the thought of moving on.
And then creeps the thought, the thought of thee
With another.
Then ‘tis the end:
I shall hold fast, cloak thy emotion, and deplete all of thy being
Tho healthy not ‘twill unfold as such
And I shall miss thee, Hark! I shall miss thee
Nahum Mar 2020
Shall the sun not rise and fall on the morrow?
From dusk to dawn then recur?
But not is it praised, holy giver of life,
Almighty sovereign? Doth not shine like the eyes
Of thine lover, nor clasp thou mind like the smile.
And yet still the sun be deserving of such title?
Rather I, the embrace of the eighth then to ever be
Held by its rays, and would thy not? Hark! The delight
One feels at the simple touch of one's lips against thy lovers’
Outweighs with incomparable relish thou suns rays.
But in mind, the sun will rise and fall on the morrow.
Inspired by Donne's 'The Sunne Rising'
Nahum Mar 2020
The day I die, thou art thy mind.
Thy heart beats cease.
How blind art I
A new crease form
I wish….
Thy time reverse,
How to reform?

Thou love for I is gone, a legend, myth, and fable
Where lessons be learnt
But how I wish….
Thy time reverse

How thy wish to hold you
Thy chance but gone
Like Adam, Like Eve
I ate the forbidden fruit
And at the last turn of the knife
I pierce my own heart,
What a waste of thou life

From thy moment thou eyes met I thought to be my last
My last, my only, my one desire
But now forever gone from thou own blunder
Never to gaze upon my face the same,
Never shall your heart rejoice thy name
Not again, never again.

— The End —