Friday, July 24, 2015

The Seasons of Love Trilogy || Part 1 || Break and Torture (A Poem)


Euphoric Autumn; Winter; Spring
Elation by the Summer wrought
But happy mem'ries to my soul do bring
Melancholy, tearful thought.

Now love in purest form was grand:
Patient, kind and ever true,
But love lost finds an empty hand
Far more bitter than pulchritude

A sickly stride, a hollowed heart
Countenance: despondent, gray
Trembling hands, they'll call this art
Buckling knees as prey I pray:

Father, heal my broken spirit now
Mend me to my former state
With rattled weeping; sweat drenched brow,
Restore my priv'ledge to elate.

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