Why is it a must that I have to desert
My own consoling love?
Long ere my birds did sing !
Or ever tweet on the broken boughs of my desolate heart.
What sort of a day on this dejected earth-
Shall unite us again?
Maybe when the fire of our love extinguishes ?
And our bodies cremated lie
With the remains and ashes
Of our wasted youth .
SHALL
By EnglishDuchess
Ranked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul . More