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SONNET TO MY LOST LOVE
� Paul ([email protected])
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When you asked me to love you evermore,
A love without condition, so you said.
You fell in love with love within your head.
Is there a place for me behind that door?
I�m lonely, yes. Within myself I�m poor.
Somehow I think that I have been misled.
I thought to me you wanted to be wed.
You are the one I wanted to adore.
My alcoholic love, I�m not a fool.
Before I pledge thee everlasting love,
If love eternal is what�s meant to be,
I�m sorry dear, but there must be a rule.
(When your eyes shine, whom are you thinking of?)
It�s either Mr. Fleischmann, or it�s me.
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