On the Passing

I loved him
With all in me that was great
And capable of love
Will sorrow dissipate?
My soldier-in-arms extinguished
By an icy wind of fate.
I search in vain.
My grief will not abate.
My Love was a lie hidden inside
My enemy’s hate.

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