Interlude Poem by Nyx C Styx

Interlude



Thou art, thou art what thou wouldst be
And all this world means naught to me
Beloved, you dreamed of sea and sail
And I believed that love would prevail
But life is naught to what we believe
And never what we dream or conceive
But a mind unknown over mans own will
That willingly binds me to you still

Saturday, April 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: melancholy
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Nyx C Styx

Nyx C Styx

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