A ~ S E A ~ O F ~ T E A R S
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The world denies my love is deep, |
For he who loves, the same doth weep. |
They say my eyes are dry, and yet |
See not my pen is ever wet; |
For only here and secretly |
It is my pen that weeps for me |
The words that are a poet's tears, |
Which tears profound affection rears. |
Though tears of salt soon fall away, |
the poet's cries unchanging stay. |
If love need tears to prove it true, |
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Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ero, in the year 373 AF.