Somebody please tell this soul with sorrow laden
If tonight the angels will come with a sainted name Amáre
Desolate in despair,
The night gone to its Jupiter’s shore
Me begun bequeathed without my lover’s love
Undanced to the window drawing the silky curtain
Eyes fainting fast from want for my lover’s love
Perched upon the sill of once to see the sunrise set
Now deep into the darkness peering
Fearing to doubt that my lovers love may no more returning
K.Oni
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