A lover's plight
My blood shall run down my lover's sword
My throat parched till i lost my vaguest word
In the river of my own tears, let me drown
But i have, with my mortal lip not forsworn
My days are slained, murdered in love's drearies
Night in daylight, O nights, my darkest miseries
Sorrow my comfort, and joy, my pain
For love's malady has infested my vein
Sick i now, with no cure in sight
For only love can heal a lover's plight
Fetch then the one i love the most
To give life to my love once lost
Then shall my tears and fears begone
For love has torn, and love has worn!
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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