My Dearest
If dearest sun shan’t rise above the seas,
tomorrow never came by then, I’d state.
In quiet towns and sunken hours, I’d cry
mine anguish until heavens heed my pleas.
These words, beyond their gates, shall brawl the breeze;
these tears, outnumb’ring all of glorious rains,
for every cloud shall don my body whole
if dearest sun shan’t rise above the seas.
Thy light confined this little world appease,
my dearest one, my sun, my ever-beaut.
How rue without you, wilted flow’rs shall sing
mine anguish until heavens heed my pleas.
If dearest sun shan’t rise above the seas,
a distant roar be heard as waters wail
mine anguish until heavens heed my pleas.
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