A LOVERS LAMENT

HOWEVER NOBLE BE,

THAT I BEING ME,

DUTILY FREED FROM THEE,

SUCUMBED TO LIE BENEATH,

THE TORSO OF HIM BEING HE,

THE ARCHING FRAME,

THE PASSION OF FIRE AFLAME,

BENEATH THE SUN BAKED SKY,

I LOVED, AND LAUGHED, AND

SIGHED. "OH WHY? "OH WHY?..

By Marie Staniforth

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