Woe Is

He who knows too much and cares too little
is a secured soul indeed
But there will be none to meet the maiden's lips.
                ~
I can feel each beat of my heart, the faithful thudding.
Though its voice be long silenced
Echoes of desire faintly resound within me,
But never call to the dancing birds in the courtyard.
                ~
A man knows his greatest loneliness
When others crowd around and
He cannot see himself.

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