Lost Love - Poem by Thomas Ruth
Now she is gone,
leaving me the empty shell that fire's leave,
consumed to nothing.
I am no more a man
my love look that from me,
and left me but a child
To weep without tears
that wash away the sorrow.
To cry without sound
that all my body keeps.
Though eyes are dry
and lips are mute;
the swollen clouds weep my lament
and thunder speaks my sorrow.
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