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Musings Of A Rejected Lover
Unendurable for me to think
Of a life without thee
In this vast World.
Marooned I am, just like
Fugitives left alone
In islands forlorn.
Had I been able to cut my Heart out,
I would have allowed it
To fall at thy feet,
Persuading thy dissuading Soul to be
In unison with mine.
Within I bleed with no wounds to show
But thou art a paragon of virtue,
With blushes that on thy cheeks do grow.
At least for a day be mine
And give me happiness ethereal
Which I mean to immortalize,
Carrying it with me to eternity.