Goodbye, My Love, the Object of My Fury
Goodbye, my love, the object of my fury!
Opening this door may bring me peace.
Of you, my rage has been both judge and jury,
Determined not to grant you your release.
Be well, my love! I hope you find a lover
You can deceive. For me, there'll be no other,
Except all hearts be pure and lying cease. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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| Reader Comments |
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| so sad |
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| Name: amanda | 2005-10-13 |
this poem is sooo sad
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| this is great |
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| Name: rachel | 2006-12-03 |
| this poem is prefect. |
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