Forgive me, friend, if I should epilogue <br />Our little tale, and have my fervor twirled <br />To gravity, my senses firmly furled, <br />And calmness once again my spirit’s vogue… <br />Love cannot be my cordial dialogue; <br />The brook of passion who benignly purled <br />Erstwhile within my heart, in time, has curled <br />His blabbing banks and chose to disembogue <br />Into the cataract of charity… <br />Forgive me but I cannot force the rill <br />To alter, for your sake, his noble will <br />And reinstate his old identity… <br />The passion-stream is dead my friend, and we, <br />In this respect, must sever company! <br /> <br /> <br />Adelaide <br />March 12th 1994<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-103-sonnet-49-dead/
