Archaism

Words that hound and scream of loss,

More that stir twittering of breast,

You move to set the world aflame,

Change cold bed to sweet love nest.



Whilst stepping through mine own,

You say to me that you're a mess.

Thinking we are different,

Ache I fiercely in empty chest.



Sweet the pain as I ne'er knew,

Bounds of my heart you ever test,

Each day a new way to care for you,

Sorrow and joy at once expressed.



Lief to follow love to its end,

Endless hope though heart is rend.

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