That night we stayed up til the morn'
We struck at each other's disease
And left without a word not scorned.
How could we try and aim to please?
But then she lied so softly fair,
And not a tear I could muster
For I could not ever to bear
To see her eyes lose their luster.
What is it to my heart to see
The hurt you held so tenderly?
How near and dear to your chest be
That lonely pain, my Avonlea?
Drift off, at peace, my darling sweet,
To rest with you until we meet.
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As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
