Loneliness lives in the mind
Where a wench feels alone
When a wanderer a wand blind and unkind
With no reason to condone a zodiac zone.
Loneliness lampoons love
Where a wench feels the urge for company
When a wanderer grows agile like a dove
With no reason to abandon agony in Brittany.
Loneliness lurks in the air
Where a wench feels amity absence
When a wanderer whistles at a wild bear
With no reason to condone connivance.
Loneliness loosens liberty
Where a wench feels like a slave
When a wanderer whips puberty
With no reason to envy a knave.
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Loneliness loosens liberty Where a wench feels like a slave When a wanderer whips puberty With no reason to envy a knave. Wow Sir, what a Stanza. Loved it and thanks a million times for sharing this lovely poem. 10.