Love
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This is not the path I hastily bade
nor is the future I envisioned made.
Now, my Love, I feel thine true essence fade
as old hung tapestry that's worn and frayed
that in finality, to storage laid.
Oh, Love. Art thou listening to my plea?
I am selfish, I want thee near to me.
Hear me now please oh Love. I beg of thee.
Stay thou ground with me please and do not flee.
Let us build a life together, may we?
Or is our forbidden love not to be?
Alas, thou hast died and our love is done
and with shaking hands I cradle the gun.
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