I Forgot To Love Myself
Oh darling ! Without you oh dear !
The day nights over again now.
This spring morn rains with Autumn's tear.
Oh dear ! What a change I don't know !
I stared you though you simply looked,
You asked a hand , yet I gave two,
I was oil when you brightly blazed -
You had been obstinate : I know.
I had no obverse to rue at.
Obverse ? WAIT ! Yes obverse I had -
From years to years , morn till late
I had run for you - wild and mad.
Forgetting to love myself deep
Is that change, obverse , you keep.
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