Sonnet To a Former Love
"Thy firmness makes my circle just,"
But no longer do you need me.
Things all turn from love to lust;
This rake is finally free.
What once was good is ash,
And what once was true now lies.
A single pair the rocks now dash
As the romance all but dies.
How did it all come to this?
Was it fate, or merely time?
Shattered now, what once was bliss:
A lovelorn, hateful crime.
Though there was a day that you did love,
The Ocean drowns the Sun above.
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