Only My Poem by Nyx C Styx
Only My
and still, for thee, I wait
yet all sentiment must end
the fancy is everlasting fate
where she may create not mend
and in the sickness of her making
in sorrowful slumber I slept
to some dreams she was awaking
and I saw thee and I wept
beloved, are you weighed with woe
searching for a secret I keep
that only my heart doth know
that only my eyes doth weep
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5/5/2024 4:59:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very impressive only my. Thanks