Immortal Wounds - Poem by Peter Manton
Oh radiant love, though pure at heart,
hath only torn us further apart.
Once no more, we heed this sore,
for our tragedy, destined for.
Through my tears, a cry of vane,
such a sound, that saber my pain.
Your grace hath brought beauty upon my life,
while your love; resorts upon wrist and knife.
My efforts hath stain,
for I no longer portray her name.
My scars, a mortal wound,
my love, an immortal doom.
Through bloodshed; hath blind my eyes,
may you remorse in your shameful lies.
Hence my love will prevail,
from my heart; remove this nail.
Hath I lost meaning, or hath I lost love,
for I hath lost life, as it was not enough.
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