My Prayer

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    My Prayer

    At the close of my entrance, she came
    A clear heart to hold me in love
    How do I walk away when she is no more?
    A damsel I loved soon past and fresh in memory
    With a path of pains to envelope my heart
    A path that I walk alone and lonely
    No more warmth from her body of affection
    No reflection of kisses on my lips
    For I die in deep tears, longing in my heart
    I hate till this day that I don’t love anymore
    Oh Silas! Pray for a damsel from the queen
    To re institute the purity of my heart
    Oh Queen Mary! Silas pray to thee
    Entreat one of your maidens to him
    A virgin damsel with standing nipples
    To keep me warmth for the winter
    And to kiss during famine live in eternity
    Oh Queen Mary! Hear my prayer.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    silberg’s Poems (17)

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