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Another poem of mine, it’s called Times Not Complete.

O, colored roses of this lovely site,
What a sight you are to greet!
Bathed in waves of the sun’s light
Your scent perfumes the streets.
I wait, for when the time is right,
My love and I will meet.
The sun fell from its height
And I heard not my lover’s feet.
I saw ravens Black and White,
As I prayed and took a seat,
And when day turned into night,
My prayers again I did repeat,
“Be it nothing, no harm or plight,”
Thought I, as I burned with heat.
Then came running with a lamplight
A creature with a smell so sweet,
Its beauty would have given delight,
But I am not one to cheat.
My love is gone I was told outright,
Though our times were not complete,
For death is fast and hard to fight,
And even much harder to cheat.

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