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Title: What Grieves me
Category: dont know
Blog Entry: Tell me in whisper
What can stimulate my mind out of a funk
Do not speak of my love far away
Do not speak of my faith in a better day
Do not think of me as a poet, that my reputation proves
For I am disgruntled by the thought of restless misery

I cant be with the one I love, and I can never love another
You ask why I feel this way
And I shall speak of the sun with out the moon
The river with out the salmon
The brook with out the trickle
The spring with out the sound
The mountain with out the elevation
The song with out feeling or story
The game without fun

Would these not fight to no end for their pair
I would not be a beloved if it were not for her joie de vivre

I can't but think of her as a Jewish Mona Lisa,
A woman version of Anne Frank
Quaint, gorgeous, divine