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Anderson DCCCLXXXIII (Aft. Lord Byron)

We weren’t lovers in youth

But in middle-aged

How I would caress his lips with mine

He, would be surprised for the love

I express with the verses that I write

However, he declined in marriage

For he had another

Now, we are old

Ancient, that it’s not worth to try

Because of death that hear

We decided to depart

And my heart will yearn until

My last breath

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One Comment

  1. That’s the thing about yearning, it travels both time and space and somehow messes up with our sense and awareness!

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