Shall I Wait

16 Jan

Shall I wait for you,
my love, this night,
shall we again, by day,
feign this masquerade;
love, do render soon,
lest I lose the right,
for these withered hands
are yet left unbade.

Shall I e‘er wait long
but for your return,
unclad of any armor,
no guard of the morrow;
for this heart wounds
with slightest yearn,
lest this soul be yours,
for mine is but sorrow.

Return, love, to me,
that skies gladden day,
and the summer has pause
but to know my name;
yet return, my love,
that my breath has sway,
and lo, that these tears
shall not e’er have stain.

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Posted by on January 16, 2017 in My Poetry



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