Ode To A Gentile
by Alvin Benatovich - June 1959
The breeze so soft
And sky pale blue.
My heart in pain
With love for you.
Though days will darken
As most things do
I’ll never forget
Our love so true.
Even from the start
We had no chance
For our loves life
Was death to romance.
So we two stand
Of different kind.
Another as you
I’ll never find.
We two are finished
What a rotten curse.
I search for someone
“for better or worse.”
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