When joy has fled the confines of your heart,
To sadness then, is where you sally forth,
Had you been queen, still nary could you thwart,
The glum where even clowns can't be of worth;
Some solace you might find in truth and faith;
That may uplift the soul, but give not mirth,
When love has turned to nothing but a wraith,
Of what it was, before being in dearth;
For, all the clowns and jesters of a court,
Won't brighten up the days of one who grieves,
Joy comes by coming back, your self transport
To where is home, as what your heart believes,
.......Will, once again, true happiness abide
.......In lonely dreams that once you've cast aside.
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