Ernest Hazvi Maengamhuru
This Is Where We Sit. - Poem by Ernest Hazvi Maengamhuru
This is where you and I sit my love, and soon
we saunter up these steep stairs to our nest,
where our most earnest desires gently unfurl,
and the gloom in our shared life is usurped.
We offer a sacrifice to appease love's command, amid
the dismal shipwreck caused by your clinging by-gone,
who esteems not the courage to set you free;
yet I patiently endure it all like an unmindful host.
There is a rocky path you and i have to first tread,
before we finally bask under the soothing sun of fixed love,
on a distant hill, beyond this long mile; a place
Lenore and me and you my love, will call sweet home,
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