I have a friend, a sister, dear to me;
And let me tell you what love my heart bears,
For in the time we had she'd let me see
That someone's there who ever truly cares.
I haven't known her long, but I can tell
Much of what I saw, what she gave to me:
Three years of friendship that had gone so well,
Bonds, that with each moment grew steadily.
The time has now come for her to leave me,
Though I can't help but be blue, this I say:
What lies hidden, with my heart I can see,
Things I'll recall, for ever and a day.
Who does know? Maybe in this very dome
That is the world, in this very sky of stars;
We'll meet again and finally be home,
Where we'll have peace that nothing ever mars?
To part, to leave, 'tis not to say goodbye.
This I now recount with but one faint sigh.
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!