Verses of Loss

Tender was the night,
lovely was the moon,
plight took a flight
I fell into a swoon.

My soul gave away
all of what's treasured,
in amour's heave and sway,
bounties were squandered.

I lost my sense of self
gave up all my power,
like a devotee would delve,
into her sole realm of desire.

I can dwell on this tale
of love that was lost,
in verse after verse,
of anguish at its worst.

I leave it now for good
no musing over what's over,
It will stay where it should
in my grave sealed forever.

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