Be still this heart that beats alone
Slowly turning into stone
Lost within the shade of tears
Weary in the eyes of years
Revealed to fail the measured line
Broken by the truth of time
Alone to weep so ever still
Ner or far of fated will
Cursed passion shows its face
Just in time to know disgrace
Never to be held in kind
Loneliness tis all will find
Foolish heart thou must be still
Wipe away those tears of ill
Solitude draws ever near
Quietly will disappear
Fated for this life alone
Hurry now, turn into stone.
Deo Volente
March 15, 2009
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