Unrelenting dark rain
by Uriah Hamilton
Drenches the downcast heart;
But the days would seem pleasant
And not sorrow-tinged
If I could only forget
The allure of her eyes
And the scent of her hair:
Then I would not dream foolish dreams
And I would not reel in such despair.
Lovesick for prolonged months,
I fear I’m becoming an Italian poet.