Weeping Willow

So beautiful she did seem.
Off the world I would dive,
To glimpse her in a dream.
Her thorns I could not force tamed,
Is it on me to be blamed?
How could she make me bleed?
I should have avoided the thorn.
Another doth sew her seed,
A seed from my heart torn.
Could I have seen it in her?
Love doth force life to a blur.
Left is the willow weeping.
His soul cut by broken love’s shard.
Forever his feelings will be sleeping,
Lying deep within the yard.
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