1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Forboding Disenchantment
Come I slowly toward her eyes With subject torture to my head I graze a thought, she stifles naught This feeling's one I did dread No more her eyes enrapture mine No more her hair shines in my view No more the bind that ties us so No more the love I thought I knew Darling say I fools are great I know not what has befallen me Disenchantment crawls among my mind My heart betrays, no more I see If you, my sweet, still hold me dear Then disenchant your love, and shun Do not overbear me, plight my soul My heart feels sad, but love there's none
copyright © 2001-2005 by Michael F. Nyiri
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