Love Poems

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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so sad
Name: amanda2005-10-13
this poem is sooo sad
this is great
Name: rachel2006-12-03
this poem is prefect.
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