My love, is not the freezing end a lie?A Poem by Brian PA sonnet about past love.My love, is not the freezing end a lie? We said we’d try again another time; For love in youth will always say goodbye, But evermore, I play my haunted chime: To wish my love had stayed her hand for me; Had not the right resolve to move her feet; Or met the man whose children came to be, From on her lovely canvas they would eat. Will not I see my love once after this? Will not I whisper softly over fate? Will not I tell her she is all I miss? But will she laugh at how my heart would wait? In night, I dream of sick and lonely love, While tiny dogs are dancing with a dove. © 2022 Brian PAuthor's Note
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