I have no questions to ask nor do I have any complaint,

May you forever be happy, this I say, without restraint.

Very much difficult are the paths that true lovers tread,

Do not trust even your shadow lest you too end up misled.

Strange is the scenario I see in your gorgeous land,

One side is glowing bright, one covered by a dark hand,

One lamp is spreading light, love and joy,

The other is flickering to survive.

O dearest, how happy I am,

To see you in his arms of love,

As for my feelings, oh, fie on them,

let them die like a wounded dove.

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Composed on September 16, 2002.

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palewingedpoetess's picture

....and pray tell sir, what sweet bird of insipid want in times past wounded this grizzly dove you so eloquently speak of? Dare est ye commit a reply? Fear not, for this happy critiquer's feet are but of the softest malleable clay
and 't would do no real harm to that undeserving hen's wings
anyway. Winks a harmlessly sweet wink, but truly did love this poem, buses your bristly, oh so manly cheek as comment of thanks for sharing! you know who......... so why type it? laughs a most deliciously me...............