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»Love, thou art not fair!«

by Choene Alley Semenya, May 30, 2017

When my heart was softened and defeated with charm,
From soul to crown, overwhelmed, love bleeding disarm,
Whilst the besotted – My soul, was falling for lies
That the moment had come, and came to suffice;
Could love verily do to me, what I so evermore feared?
Lure me head over hills only to find it had disappeared;
At either fooled point, – To what did my heart
Deserve something as sinister as being torn apart?
Tell me, Oh love, I'm left to mourn thy departure,
To have myself weeping all day, nursing my heart fracture -
I'd thought but never envisioned thyself so unfair,
Rather you than I with heartache to share;
Yet I'll forgive and learn to love with my heart again
And hope ever, over and again, to reap never, pain.

Written: May 2017
Tags: Disappointment Love Relationships

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