D oes truth esteem my belief O f ill luck, misfortune and grief? E very trivial sum of hunching distress S olemnly transports me beneath cypress. T ongue that sings some lyrics deep H eart that cries a despairing weep A rms and lips and eyes blue T hey still long and yearn for you. F orsaken but the bits and ends A nd the glee my mind suspends D evours the stoics that eclipse E uphoria lies in just a glimpse. A distance, does it all take W arm-blooded love to be opaque? A rdent compassion to fade? Y outhful expressions to become tirade? Regret! ~~
