When Fate Conspires To Spoil... Poem by Brett White
When Fate Conspires To Spoil...
When Fate conspires to spoil
My Heart's desires;
And through the toil,
An outside force conspires
To sink a Love so Holy,
Angels blush in their refrain,
By my glance, thou shalt know me-
A coy look through the Pain.
And when it seems all Hope expires,
The fire of my Love burns brightly;
And when my weary heart tires,
I toss, turn, and dream of thee nightly.
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