Such Wills of Fate

Oh cruel fate

Why mocketh me?

In that way

I my love do not see.

Thou hast thy hands,

They moveth time,

And in the end,

You lead the mime.

Why part us both

From love and joy?

Even at when

We make the ploy;

You realise

Our dainty dreams,

But do not care for

All that seems

To make our

Hearts bloom

Forever new,

Against the doom;

It’s what you give,

Lest life you take;

Listen, tyrant,

My heart you break.

The End

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