Languish
“New love is a fresh breeze, but when it leaves unexpectedly,
it knocks the wind right out of you.” By author of this poem
Languish
Now sick from love, I languish here,
and rarely do I leave my bed.
I never thought a simple tear
that for that guy I’d ever shed.
He wore me down with charming ease.
Now sick from love, I languish here
recalling how like a fresh breeze
it felt when I saw him appear.
He broke right through my private sphere
that I’d been guarding with such care.
Now sick from love, I languish here.
How could he also bring despair?
First love and joy he brought to me.
I took his sweet words as sincere.
His leaving I did not foresee.
Now sick from love, I languish here.
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