For Lory
By Rof Cau
Outside the warm sun is shiningbut inside you're softly dyingyesterday your eyes shone brightwith a first love's dizzying delighttoday the sunlight goes unseenand the birds do not singupon seeing your heartfelt griefone may naught but hate the thiefwhom innocently shattered your heartleaving you amongst the shardsgrieving for that which is now gonelost in the faltering of love's songyou're hurt but still youngtomorrow there'll still be the sunand in time your wounds will healwith boldness you may again feelall love's joys, great and smallinto which you'll gloriously fallThis was the 2nd poem I ever wrote. The rest, I hope, is conveyed in the poem. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 01:39 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Outside the warm sun is shiningbut inside you're softly dyingyesterday your eyes shone brightwith a first love's dizzying delighttoday the sunlight goes unseenand the birds do not singupon seeing your heartfelt griefone may naught but hate the thiefwhom innocently shattered your heartleaving you amongst the shardsgrieving for that which is now gonelost in the faltering of love's songyou're hurt but still youngtomorrow there'll still be the sunand in time your wounds will healwith boldness you may again feelall love's joys, great and smallinto which you'll gloriously fallThis was the 2nd poem I ever wrote. The rest, I hope, is conveyed in the poem...."