In the ashes of his youth
Came the no-moreness of his beloved.
One with whom he shared the prime of his youth.
She, like non-other, he unreservedly loved.
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Keep thou afar off thine garments of grief,
For in these lay sad memories of years long ago.
Does not thy hopes of good fortune comfort thee with soothing relief,
Thou who hast to thyself many evils brought upon?
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Sonnet - 'Living' To 'Leave' For Love.
In the ashes of his youth
Came the no-moreness of his beloved.
One with whom he shared the prime of his youth.
She, like non-other, he unreservedly loved.
Upon everyday's wake,
Shortly before the escaping of the Sun from it hiding,
He casts his crying eyes to the heavens and this supplication make:
'Grant Thou to me before my days'/life's ending,
One opportunity to speak with the Love I always knew'.
Yea, this plea art to the ears of the heavens 'un-new'.
But oh! Then came his life's last breath,
When the Sun of his final day retires to the West in death:
Alas! He fell asleep in death's cold hands that evening,
But woke up in his beloved bosom next morning.
All is Well, except in Hell.
A man is not finished until he gives up on himself.