O' but to never love
That e'er where flatters
The hearts consent
The wanted look
The dire scent
Where whispered dreams
Locate and fall
Twist and call
The heart within to join
But bitter E'er that I lament
The tortured heart
That bleed, that bleed
The lies and stories
Sweet love did fable
Out upon my souls courtyard.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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