The Death of Love

To C.J.F., you shall always be my first.

I mourn the death of love
as I look at myself from above
From way on high
As if from a ledge, will I die?
Will I keep my sanity?
Oh, who in the world can she pity
She, the one who will love
Only me, as does the dove
To her I shall go anon
And love only her only from now on
In her hands as gentle as the snow
That is where I shall know
An end to loneliness
The beginning of bliss, endless.

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