Entwined our hands and sorrows,
T’is said: so love is found,
But if I love you solemnly
You haven’t had a sound.
Don’t ask me for the truth of it,
I’ll owe you these words;
Sincerity cuts ruthlessly,
Nor lies could I afford.
But don’t you gaze nostalgically,
And trust your lucky star;
I’ve yet to meet so magical
A lady as you are.
So true, but strength is getting less –
For love to surge and swell;
Deceiving you is emptiness,
It means: deceive myself.
In present times or “futurly”
I’ll never learn to trade
The feelings not so mutual
For mutual but feigned.
I will my mind a cavity,
No thoughts of you – just mine;
And yet you pull, like gravity:
To see you, stay behind…
When will this end, but finally?
My soul pained and bruised;
I wish to leave our love behind,
But so afraid to lose…
Entwined Our Hands and Sorrows
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2023
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