Knowing that I had, in truth,
ev'ry right and ev'ry reason,
does not end this self-reproof
or make it less than treason.
But though I've gone, not to return,
and left you lost and lonely,
I cannot bring myself to yearn
that we'd stayed two strangers only.
Recalling now when love was strong,
whispered thoughts appear inside
parts of me might not last long
without you steadfast at my side.
Yet nighttime passes, and with it, my fears-
having known our love, I can shed no tears.
This is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat one was about Mark, actually. I wrote it after we had to do sonnets in high school for our Shakespeare lessons. I think it turned out pretty good :)
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