My Love Poem by Misty Major
My Love
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The course of yours, more bumpy than the rest.
Held in front of me
Where I cannot reach you.
I hate it.
You are a small part of the pantomime.
But the only part of mine.
Bewitching in every
Way.
Though I have not my bliss
Forever wilt thou be fair.
You too, fare well, but fare not well enough to dream
That I can live without you.
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