Loss of love and surfeit of grief - can those
Two be from that same womb delivered, which
Engendered, nurtured well, the very course
Of happiness, commisioned to bewitch?
The accident of termination was
Not willed, with outcome written in advance -
Two bound in love were torn apart because
Sweet harmony was stolen from their dance.
The music lent enchantment with its air,
But one there was whose ear was surfeited,
While hope was left to counteract despair
And tender aid to one discomfited.
Should circumstance permit or fate allow,
What then I felt for you I would feel now.
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