(after Sir Thomas Wyatt)
1
After our first separation
to my great surprise
she came back to me with anticipation,
acted kindly with a mellow guise
and I sensed no kind or danger
but now she did change:
acts in ways unknown, are stranger,
she does my whole life rearrange,
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believes cutting me out makes her strong
and to her personality this is otherwise,
as if in her life I do not anymore belong,
as if she is widowed after my demise
while very special she is still to me
where I love her with sincerity.
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So very strange to me is this forsaking
where I know her in sorrow and in bliss,
in a garden that together we were making
and even with great heartache I do her miss
while she acts as if I do not her know
do pain as heartache to me bestow.
[Reference: "The lover showeth how he is forsaken of such ass he sometime enjoyed" or "They flee from me" by Sir Thomas Wyatt.]
© Gert Strydom
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