Upon this crimson flame, does it everso fade beneath a fragile wick without the avail to be lite? In the commencing of night, where should my heart bequeath it's light; if it should nevermore return what once was bright? What hast left my heart so blue in me, is the absence of comfort from thee. Now looketh among the despondency I see. When I dwell upon my thoughts of thy face, reflects the remembrance of a warmer place. Long have I missed thy benevolent embrace. For my nobility has been more than relevant in the empathy of your trace. When only am I ever in the probity of your compensate, do I seize a relinquished fate. In the antipathy that has stricken me in vain, I shall look upon one's reliance as daign, but in the only hands my heart has ever lain. I know not the sympathy of another. How the sky is the grayest of colour, when parted I am from my only lover. Oft have I shown some, my heart so blue; for I am so lonesome without you.
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Author:
Sefrin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Newly written for myself and all who have parted from the only one who will forever remain the fabled half of yourself. Remembrance will mend you, when your heart should be overshadowed by lonesome.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Crimson flame does magic here. Wonderfully drafted poem is shared.
Thank ye kindly.
Sadly beautiful.
Thank you so kindly.
This is so beautiful .
Great write......
Thank ye.
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