Our life touches upon the life of history
In search of an answer to Love's mystery
Plaintive haunting tunes- the desolate voice
Of loneliness- no time to rejoice
The beckoning chords of melancholy call
Each spouse and friend to an inner wall
Which builds an elaborate defense
Unmindful of Love's past recompense
To whom shall we open the door- and disclose
Our innermost fears...and joys...and woes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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