My Swan Song
My Love, lest I grow weary of the wait
And get entangled in a web of hate,
My longing’s driving me swooning insane
My cruel maiden! Save me from this pain.
With sorrow I sit despondently forlorn
Oh come, with anguish my soul is torn,
It is drawing me down into a dire fate,
My Love, lest I grow weary of the wait.
If you are wary of the world and its devise
And seems shy of our trysts and think wise
to forgo our love and leave me in this state;
Lo, I may at my heart’s behest forbid to wait.
Has someone cursed our love and cast a spell?
Why do they envy our love and wish us unwell?
Bereft of your love this pain is least to abate
Lo, I breathe my last as I grew weary of the wait.
~05/05/2017
~Lost Love contest by John Hamilton
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2017
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