Friday, 3 March 2017

your move

an ocean of a million miles, that plagued with depth of leagues unknown,
could hardly as far as between, what fleeting darkened crows could flown;
yet, farther this haunting divide, what becks emotions 'tween two hearts,
that make for slated wuthering winds to blow unknown souls apart.

one wish that expressed better what the mind was feeble, heart was scared,
(though fondness ever grew unchecked, how could one lay such thoughts full bared?)
so says he now as fleeting flights, of mind, of heart, of form, of stray,
how could he live through sordid nights, full knowing of your move away?

with apologies to S.W. to whom i could never express such intense and burning affection, if only because your heart was always elsewhere.

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