For the 'Labyrinthine, Languish, Letter Words' Contest of Constance La France
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“New love is a fresh breeze, but when it leaves unexpectedly, it knocks the wind right out of you.” By author of this poem Languish Now sick from love, I languish here, and rarely do I leave my bed. I never thought a simple tear that for that guy I’d ever shed. He wore me down with charming ease. Now sick from love, I languish here recalling how like a fresh breeze it felt when I saw him appear. He broke right through my private sphere that I’d been guarding with such care. Now sick from love, I languish here. How could he also bring despair? First love and joy he brought to me. I took his sweet words as sincere. His leaving I did not foresee. Now sick from love, I languish here.
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