The Instance of Never
I could not bear this war between logic and love,
But remembering her face once again levitates my mind afloat,
Into the heavens my mind gracefully flies like a gleeful little dove,
And there I see reality once gain like a vast bottomless moat
I can never get across it,
For I am not worthy of the maiden that lies protected inside,
As her beauty's like a fire that is eternally lit,
To end my whole heart forcing it to burn and divide
Into despair and sorrow I hesitantly go,
Each passing night they both give me the beautiful dreams,
Dreams of her fair kind wonderful soul that I know,
A soul I can never share a life with, it seems.
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