my minstrel,
why do you keep your
sweet and golden hymns
far from me?
women who
love musicians often
grow jealous of their
instruments.
i couldn't
handle the scornful and
beautiful music of
your distant heart.
to love a
minstrel is to be
sorrowful all the days
that you breathe
and to be
surrounded by love,
always shown in music,
but never in life.
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