Limbo
The words I mean to say, the rhyme
as thoughts do insurrect, as to divine
the love I share, the courage that was mine
is often missing what the sense entwines.
If I do love you, sometimes hollow twine
is all my heart can muster up to line
and so the grace that heaven gives in sign
is muted by comparison, I find ~
And love tht once did merit grace in kind
now errors, as in limbo . . . . . undefined!
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