There is nothing left of this Love but a hollow husk
All its fulsome fruits have withered and perished
Casts upon my heart a twilight, a dank dusk
For loss of all that's treasured, cherished
Availed of nothing, my Heart goes rueful
Disenchanted, in to the ambiguous night
At least in Love I had been truthful
Had dug deep and put in the fight
Now I verse on sunless sky
Bereft of its rivers and fires of gold
No enchanting sounds go like ribbons by
No magick in my heart unfolds
But I think you have done me a favour
By making sure this dalliance over
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
There is nothing left of this Love but a hollow husk
All its fulsome fruits have withered and perished
Casts upon my heart a twilight, a dank dusk
For loss of all that's treasured, cherished
Availed of nothing, my Heart goes rueful
Disenchanted, in to the ambiguous night
At least in Love I had been truthful
Had dug deep and put in the fight
Now I verse on sunless sky
Bereft of its rivers and fires of gold
No enchanting sounds go like ribbons by
No magick in my heart unfolds
But I think you have done me a favour
By making sure this dalliance over
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