Angst Poem by john thomas

Angst



Such pain and suffering as ensues
From the torment in my head,
O sweetheart, why do you refuse
That I keep faith to our bed;
Such burden there is to my heart
That a mule could not stand firm,
Yet the cruelty, when loves apart
Is naught, to gold of loves affirm;
Then brightness lifts that inner soul
Makes mock of wise and fool,
And banishes the darkened shawl
That caused sweet love to cool;
Though pain and suffering ensue
My love, my sweet, stays true to you.

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Bradford, West Yorkshire, England
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