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My True Love Or Not
by Barry Clopton Lanier (Age: 52)
copyright 09-10-2004


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
All of the beauty of your charms, more changeful than the ebbing tides,
Wherefore the inconstance was no care:
I always found you there with a smile, still by my side.
You were my souls hunger, ultimate food, and cool water
to quench my ultimate thirst,
I should have left you then, think not but I would,
Only lust to seek another, as I sought you first.

In love, true or false, where art you,
Yet I am this time faithless, because at this time
I am true.
Even treating me to your best crafted lie, I don't know how,
I will smile and accept you, reciting my ten favorite vows.

I would indeed, that love were longer lived,
And oaths were not so shallow and brittle as they are,
Probably recant, and take another long list of vows,
And recite in good faith, as many as the law would allow.

And who is it then, and who are you? That I'm still
wanting you, that I should in endless nights, be kept
awake.
My regret tis might be, there are as many nights as there are days,
And endless hopes and dreams, only weeping for your sake.

And what creature could command, as an ant on the ground to crawl?
Still gazing out my window, listening to the wind for an answer, only to find myself, looking up at the wall.
Yes, they tell me that those such as you, are a dime a dozen, and another hundred in kind,
So what are you? that you should be here a decade later,
The one women, still on my mind.

Yet, no acceptance, yet I'm resolved women's ways are
unpredictable, and change with the wind.
And who am I? that I should still love her, her charm, or deceit.
A lover or wife, an enemy of friend?
Yet I still find solace, even in defeat, and I'll probably carry it to my grave, and until the end.


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09-17-2004 Doug Carlson    

what is wanton? The problem is at paragraph 2 line 1. Other then that the poem was great


09-11-2004 Gregory Christiano    

So true, isn't it, 'she oves me, she loves me not.' The age old question. You done a supurb job in taking an old theme and injecting new life into it and new direction. You've taken it a step further. very touching. I enjoyed reading it.


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