After The Thrill Is Gone - Poem by Dennis Go
Love, what have I to do with thee?
We parted in the dewy heat of yesterday
Yet yearning remains, echoing
Till time runs short, grieving
Amidst a crown of stars.
Gone for moments to pass,
Bleeding hearts die and fade away.
It stutters plainly in verses
After the thrill is gone.
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