Oh darling, why must you hurt me so?
I feel I have lost the key to your heart.
Like an apparition I am forced to wander
aimlessly about this earth,
searching for your soul.
But alas, it is nowhere to be found.
What must I do to bring you back,
before you become cold
and turn away?
Or must I fade into the dark shadows of time,
as the numbing silence
engulfs my soul.
My fingers, though grasping, slip through yours,
and I fall, crying,
"my darling, why must you hurt me so?"
Elizabeth Barret Browning is smiling, turning over in her grave. Please give us MORE of this ! Teddy.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !