Love Of Me Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Love Of Me



Thy beauty; pale and plagued with me,
Oh thy thoughts; thy feelings I consort,
For no eyes meet me like thine; like thee,

She a sovereign; a trophy to my sickness,
I am not well; I fell in love,
In feeble health; I am in illness.

Though thy emotions numb,
Thy sunken eyes low,
Search for my love;
And you shall find,
It is your own.

Friday, March 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love,old
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Jorge Alexandre

Jorge Alexandre

Peniche, Portugal
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