Weary Heart
Oh weary grows my heart, my heart of fickle dames
who troth eternal love, yet o'er night die the flames.
A year not even shined upon our ever vows
uncouth became to you, strange and foreign am now.
Copyright © Victor Chavez | Year Posted 2015
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