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Appeal

Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tires of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I'm wearing of repining,
Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay!

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Comments (5)

Wow! Not what I expected based on the title. Excellent. Very intense.
You truly are gifted with words.
VERY FAST AND TO THE POINT, GREAT POEM
This is beautiful... i adore the intensity...
Wow, sounds pretty vicious Amanda. Intense poem. Sincerely, Mary