letter to Karin -
so long ago, I found you, sweet
and yet, our tome is incomplete
through all the recollections, us
a query that still haunts me, thus:
what are those things I do not know
I've done, to make you hate me so?
I've searched my mind for most a life
for what I worked to bring you strife …
and as I sift thoughts past, thereof
those mem'ries only breathe of love
the moments, many, spent with you
midst yearning's tender rendezvous
yet, I'm within your heart and head
the brute you feel were better dead
I wonder, do you wait those words
of my swift passing? And once heard …
will then not come the smallest start
of longings, deep within your heart
for all sweet, tender moments, ours
the petals of those thornless flowers …
that bloomed so many bygone years
and grew from love, with not a tear
that you have somehow made a sin
oh, how did such crimes e’er begin?
the dearest love you've turned awry
and I, naught but the question, why?
how, when I leave, my final thought
will be, what is this crime I wrought …
that took my dearest love from me?
oh pray, could you please help me see?
can you not spare one crumb this bread
before your first true love ... is dead?
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