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Eros’ Wife Assured
No one so long in history
Has loathed the sun more than me
By the ever-Grace of the setting sun
Do I bid the dark to me
For in the songs the morning birds sing
And the chimes the church bells ring
He is never in any of them
My beloved, his fair identity
For in the light of the new moon he reigns
Over my dreams, my truths and pains
From his comfort to his assurance
And our empty palace, he remains
Has loathed the sun more than me
By the ever-Grace of the setting sun
Do I bid the dark to me
For in the songs the morning birds sing
And the chimes the church bells ring
He is never in any of them
My beloved, his fair identity
For in the light of the new moon he reigns
Over my dreams, my truths and pains
From his comfort to his assurance
And our empty palace, he remains
Published 17th May 2013
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22nd May 2013 10:06pm
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Anonymous
24th May 2013 10:42am
Hey there, and welcome to the DU. I hope you find everything that you are looking for here.
I found that this poem fits into the love category rather well, instead of a miscellaneous entry. I love these kinds of poems - the ones that take a different approach to a situation or person. It's nice to see a different viewpoint presented and shows great imagination.
Thank you for the read.
I found that this poem fits into the love category rather well, instead of a miscellaneous entry. I love these kinds of poems - the ones that take a different approach to a situation or person. It's nice to see a different viewpoint presented and shows great imagination.
Thank you for the read.
