POEM: Untitled Sonnet

A thousand fears my lover has survived
Each night has heaped harsh troubles on his breast
And all his life, of warmth and love deprived,
No night has ever granted him his rest.

 

Together we were trapped in love’s embrace
And dreamt of life together, far away.
Admired he my voice, and I his grace,
But love alone cannot keep pain at bay.

 

The tragedy of love: that every pain
By lover felt, one feels a thousand times;
And though I long beseeched him to remain,
He bent beneath the burden of his crimes.

 

And all the gods cannot return his breath
And so instead I join him, safe in death.

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