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by on January 1, 2019
Buried in this Rhyme
I saw you tonight and my sun only fed
By the fire that, in you, burns
And this earth is only our bed
To fulfill what our heart yearns.
How many times can I say I need you
How many lines here this can express?
Over and over until they are through
And nothing more I need confess.
The years go by and, yet, here remain
How many more must go by?
Yet, I would forsake poetry for what is plain
And trade it if, alongside you, I lie.
Yet, how much longer see you in front of me
If you, in the end, will not be mine?
Then here express only my futility
That will only be buried in this rhyme.
Posted in: Poetry
Topics: poetry, love, romance, nature

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