A Sonnet of Lost Love
Forlornly are wedding bells here chiming
Within ears of this lonely man, forsaken
By fate, who now sits and writes words, rhyming
To find solace from his mistress, taken.
A girl whose eyes would glare with such greatness
Beauty's standard would drop when she would blink
Her hands so soft, her touch was like a kiss
Her raw beauty, strangely, rising at wink.
No longer will she call my lot her love
For she has wandered from what was our home
Yes, far from my cage has flown my sweet dove
She has left me waiting, crying, alone
They say: if you love her, let her go free
Yet they know not the joy she brought to me
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