Even though sometimes I can see disgrace
Written upon the walls of these times past,
I still overlook these wrought breaks I face
So not to endear sorrow, too soon, too fast!
Sorrow that might cause all fair color to fade
And then may slight my joy wrapped deep inside...
And let myself fall in to grief's darkest shade
And my soul, to unending fury, confide.
Such bitterness which I must sometimes taste
Shall not subdue this past love I yet feel...
Nor allow these passions to thrive in waste
Nor let it my sweet memories conceal!
So from these faults I must, therefore, desire-
That some salvation SHOULD myself acquire!!
-x-
Reason for writing:
regrets, sense of loss...
Birth sign: Not entered
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