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A letter

A letter

Scared in heart I’m still writing this letter
Weav’d with words that I dare not say,
And I know not if it would be better
To hide or reveal them one day.
And perchance thou wilt not understand me
Through these words I lock in the rhyme,
But believe me I shall never blame thee –
For not loving me, ‘tis not a crime.

In these days of distress and confusion
When the hope is a sneer of Fate,
I wake myself up from the delusion
That my spirit doth strive to create.
But thine image with love I retain still –
For sweet solace I’ve found in it,
Yet my heart in its folly rebels still
‘Gainst the thought that we may never meet.

Nay, for nothing I shall ever ask thee,
‘Tis in vain, thou wilt ne’er be mine.
Evermore, maybe, lonely I should be,
Still I’m scarcely meant to be thine.
And by many a path we shall wander
As soul mates, separated by fate,
And may always we live but asunder,
There will be a dream to create.

Never, ever will my soul forget thee,
And if we e’er meet but to part,
Then with autumnal breath I shall send thee
All my tears, my smiles and my heart.

14 January 2007

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