You who have inspired the notes to spring forth from my tortured heart in centuries long past...
your face, new in life just today-
look upon me with disinterest
because your soul has slept for a thousand years,
and you have forgotten
while I have waited and walked alone
and sung dissonant and discordant songs
-a scream of dispair pierces the night-
waiting with the eternal patience of sure and certain love-
and you no longer know me.
My young face lined and aged
because I have waited in vain.
lips that have given and received such passion-
closed to me now
and forever
sweet delicate ears
once so attuned to my voice
promise of forever broken
immortal beloved no more
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