Rictameter poem.
Syllables 2-4-6-8-10
And return.
Abide
With me my love
In the darkest moment
When no silver moon is shining
And life's valued heartbeat is declining
I will need you here at my side
Grievances to confide
So may true love
Abide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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