Dark And Strange Poem by John Freeman

Dark And Strange



When first Love came, then was I but a boy
Swept with delirium of undreamt joy.
Now Love comes to a man serious with change
Of life and death--and makes the world dark and strange.

Friday, September 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: change,dark,death,joy
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