Far from a thousand
Years I have longed
For this dream, yet
It's seems far fetched
My quest is my wish
For love, my pen
Is quaking as I write
To a love that will
Bow, and be, hererafter,
I rather say this in
Plain than in pain, that
I be the bright star
That burns brightly
Forever in your heart,
I have kept this sacred
Secrets silent as the
Grave untill I fined
My unfound love, but if
Only you could see the
Storms in my heart, as it
Rains from my eyes, my
Faith fainted and flew
From me for I can't hold
And wait any longer, is
That a foul, or am a fool
To loose faith in my
Dreamed love? or to sail
And solijan on and wait?
This days are like the
Unpredictable bird of
Prey, yet better to
Die wanting, and loving
That men may see what
Is dead may never die
Yet, but pleased and be
At peace
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