The Tie


They will not let me see her face,
tyrants, cruelty unsurpassed,
gehenna appears undefeated.
But, her voice they can't replace,
melodic crescendi long outlast
her passion, avowedly uncheated,

whose strains imbue and never ebb,
alive, separate from the hearer.
Contentedly, if mounting years resign
the fates to spin the senile web,
I'd life defer, the future dearer,
her companionate tie in mind.


--Don Juan de Feu

 

 

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