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Bittersweet
These evenings are bittersweet -
my only company is now
the thoughts and memories of you –
these visceral steel bars allow.
But - all our days were that way too:
delicious nights of love’s delights
and loathsome days of leaving you -
now etched upon these weeping walls.
Victim of love my only crime,
my lifetime sentence – solitude.
With thoughts of you I’ll fill the time
until our love can be renewed.
‘Tis bitter having loved and lost
someone who is as sweet as you.
Yet, it would be too great a cost
if I had never loved at all.
Last edited by Terence; 10-20-2007 at 01:55 AM.
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