Lovers’ Imperative Narrative


To no astounding beat
The lone heart so withered in my chest
The cradle kept but never held
For my love was quite the best

And there her song she sing to me
The second soul recalls
That never lone, my beating heart
To hers shall rise and fall

The sound of her, the clock unwound
To never be the same
The apple of my weary eyes
The blood we shared, in vain

That let me be the witness here
In the court of the longing in tears
That second soul recalls to me
The song I thought singular to my ears

The love so rare, beheld awhile
Engraved depth 'pon her smile
To throw her heart to yonder love
That roam I shall for such a song
Beheld just once, awhile

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