The well spring has run dry; <br />my muse has abandoned me. <br />Reason has silenced passion. <br /> <br />And while I will not openly shed a tear, <br />the truth remains for all to see; <br />I loved you once without reservation. <br /> <br />And though I no longer write about you, <br />every second, of every minute, of every hour <br />thoughts of you still haunt my waking and my dreaming.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reason-has-silenced-passion/
