Alone, gone friend I sat
on the same stone
To meditate, remember and
For you even mourn,
In desolation, humiliated
before the taunting birds,
Forgetting those honorary
Hymns sang before our heads
There to my mind your
As you comforting and my
dry lips watered the same,
To her said ‘I love you’
Encouraged then I believed
before no one am no fool
Then she took me back to
those heavenly moments,
Where love’s juices we drunk
forgetting the earthly
torments,
Our bodies squeezed, we
prayed to stop the sun’s journey,
To finish our delicious
Pleasures we bought with no money
Was she, gone friend,
enlivened and like you real?
I shouldn’t have spent my
days broken-hearted still.
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