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A Lover's Dim Picture
Dinha T. Gorgis |
No one knows save the moon,
The secrets of a tender heart,
The pains inflicted,
The joys inhibited,
And all passionate feelings:
Once shattered apart,
Be it in the morn or noon,
And another gathered around,
Under the silvery light,
Amid the mid of night.
More and more she glitters,
To the poet an ear she gives,
And the stars join in to hear,
What young lovers most fear:
Restlessness and agitation;
Agonies and frustration;
Bla…bla…bla,
Which all crown hesitation,
Which all cry for salvation,
And which all fight over 'dear'.
The moon to listen is ready;
The stars are ever steady,
But the poet declines to 'go';
For he the moon asks:
Why should love and hate,
In us, but nowhere else, mate?
Why does love often glow,
In the beams of your hair,
And let hate around grow?
Can't you see this just unfair!
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