Why do you dwell amongst Sorrow my love?
You hang thine head in remorse, your body in
A withered stance. Do you know of my love for thee?
Yes, Sorrow's easily found, and will never leave the
Haunts of thy soul, but I shall
Boast in mine own devotion.
Has Sorrow ever been known to console thy pains,
Or dress thy wounds?
Does Sorrow ease thy convictions?
Does she love thee back?
Her beauty is divine, but thine own lover
Is dying from your pain.
So lift thy head up love, and let
Your sight return fixed upon me.
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