Answer:
Don't speak to me of love when morning dawns
and laughter drifts in ribbons 'cross the day.
It isn't real, the dream I had is gone;
my yearning heart has vanquished it away.
Don't speak to me of love when night has come
in silky darkness that's a memory.
Such poetry is woven, sacred, from
the tenderness that was-- but cannot be.
Yet wanting is a poison that persists
to flow within my veins, a substance deep.
Your voice entices, I cannot resist
so let whatever come that I may reap.
Don't speak to me of bleeding for forever;
forever is the thing that passed me by
but open up your verses, they will sever
the silence. I'll love you till I die
– CRDTS TO QUARA
just follow lods
Explanation:
#CARRYonLEARNING
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Answer:
4 STANZA POEM
Don't speak to me of love when morning dawns
and laughter drifts in ribbons 'cross the day.
It isn't real, the dream I had is gone;
my yearning heart has vanquished it away.
Don't speak to me of love when night has come
in silky darkness that's a memory.
Such poetry is woven, sacred, from
the tenderness that was-- but cannot be.
Yet wanting is a poison that persists
to flow within my veins, a substance deep.
Your voice entices, I cannot resist
so let whatever come that I may reap.
Don't speak to me of bleeding for forever;
forever is the thing that passed me by
but open up your verses, they will sever
the silence. I'll love you till I die
– CRDTS TO QUARA
just follow lods
Explanation:
#CARRYonLEARNING