Your love is like the philosopher's stone;
Nights full of dreams on how to obtain it,
All in, yet I failed to make you my own;
Pressed by weeping walls, I waste in this pit:
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The time spent with you rest in my mind's vault;
Weighing down my soul, Shall I cast it out?
Reason says to, but my heart is at fault,
For my hope for a future love, I doubt:
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Just to hear you speak, that angelic voice,
Make me swell with sorrow, nigh brings forth tears;
Just to see your face, if I had a choice,
I would surmount it all, my greatest fears:
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Cowardice held my reigns, driving me mad
Thus, I lost everything I never had.
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Shackled Sonnets: A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of sonnets about that which I shall never have. A girl I love, but she loves another. I have only recently been reading and writing poetry because of her, so hopefully, my writing will get better as time goes on. Check back for a new so...
