Lost Love Divined
Young lass,
young lad
What aileth thee?
Come hither,
come near
Let me have a query
Perchance I may so then divine
what troubleth thee,
what torments thy mind
Aaah, yes ... ooh no!
I see where the discomfort within ye dwell
It is your heart that is so impaled
The blood of vigor has been a-flow
Thy spirit is pale,
has lost its glow
The voice that beckons,
thus make thy passions move
Tis' no longer heard,
thus thy soul's not soothed
O where,
O where
lies thy remedy?
Be gone despair
Cast afar yonder
all thy bane misery
For listen now,
for listen well
Love's fortune, I do foretell
Twas lost is found,
twas fled is bound
No more sick of heart is thine
A face unknown
has forwith been shown
to be lost love divined
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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