Posted by: Poetry Palace | February 14, 2014

Is there no cure for love? by Alvin Conway

What befalls my senses this eve?
Misguiding such things I do
That I’m troubled, if I stay or leave
Since my every thought is you

My sleep hath long departed
My body grows frail and weak
And even before this malady started
Your name, is all I speak

There are no cures to set me free
At least; none that I can find
So, if you do not come to me
Then I shall lose my mind

(c) 2014 Reprinted by permission: Esprit by Alvin Conway

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