Our love's lucent star remain in endless spin,
In constant motion, but still not always nearer;
At times it waned, at times new shores begin,
In love's own sport where none can see or steer.
She stepped with honor while I lost ground below,
Each moment surpass, our fates in constant turn;
The mishap marked us with its black blow,
She took our heart, and left us here to yearn.
The springs of life have waned, yet love remains,
A sorrow intense within, though all have gone;
Who stands beside to share in all our pains?
A life without support, what strength lives on?
If death descends, let it draw near with ease,
For naught is left, no tears to shed or seize.
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