Words of a Swain

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By _fallenpoet_ (From Poet's Dysphoria)

The leaves fall
They are forsaken
Stomped under the weight
Their form so shaken.
No glimpses or
regards, just disdain
Likewise, a dejected swain
Tramped under the feet
of rancor.
What is it then, to
love someone utterly?
Loving for this spasm in your heart
Or to be dropped bitterly
Like these fallen leaves
That never grieve
Yet feels the pain
Of the teary bane, and
Likewise, a dejected swain.
Does love consort joy
Sure, but it's momentary
Some won't endure my words
When I tell you that love beholds woe
But I bleed what I've tasted and know,
Yet I fall again, and I deem as a star
Although I fathom, my wreck is not far,
I sense the pain, I am a crestfallen swain!


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