Friday, August 15, 2008


Save comfort not for me,
For I am rapt within the beauty of my sadness.
Will you keep my heart as close to yours
or simply tell me that you did love me upon a time?
As even now the morning approaches
yet I shall never want for the light of its dawn
for all that was ever good in me
- Was you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

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