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Have I but left you in my wake
Not to forsake nor wrest you from my dreams
Like some earthly sweep whence it seems
Even love’s most forlorn offerings are wont to hide
But if pride has become this lovers fall
Thence, into another’s arms one glides
By random chance, even doubt
Not to abandon but seek out
That of the heart — a melancholy call
O love be gone before such a fall
Before doubt is cast
Another day be done
Another moonlight night
Before the sun
In the morn, before such, then dawn
Be gone
This lover’s folly
Become no more, not even melancholy
And from within my heart, let it be known
My instinct is love, then it be shown
It’s sown, freely shared
With even the most bold if one so dares
My dear, love has come among us
And burdened us with her desirous reckoning
Anointed us among its seasons
Such that we now dwell in a fraternity of the damned
Mocked lustful sinners, outcast
Traitors in a life bound between death and infamy
Such are the vicissitudes of unnerving fame
Until a time such sins be called back from the ages
From the dead
Then granted majesty in clemency and immortalized
To dwell in that house where all is…
