Begets melancholia of sweetness
To revel in past exploits
And in the love besotted hearts of youth.
Were it not for you
I'd tear from the fibers of my heart
A minute reprieve
From the vicissitudes of warring hearts.
Yet far shores beckon
Shelter sought in as yet strange bays
Soon to be called home,
yet as unfamiliar to me as the unintended consequence of your love.
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