John's Complaint
. for public domain
Along a North Bay windowsill,
lay parchments crumbled, void of script,
a heart entombed with heartless feeling,
no fitting place to lay Love's crypt.
Bury Love with a sigh or a tear,
wail out echoes through desolate canyons,
haunt dark castles and chill woody glens,
strike the souls of our errant companions.
But silence Love without a word?
The very thought is so absurd,
it should be criminal! Twenty lashes!
No. Thirty! --- Villain! BEAST!
Life's poor imitation at least!
This pretense of loss shows no love at all.
Lost Love deserves a page so much better
than poor lack of script in a blank crumbled letter.
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