Tis Souls In Dejection Which Inspired This
Ask me what I love and I say I don't know
For my love is something mysterious that I cannot show
It's in my sentimental soul, in my timid tears
It's in my ardent anxiety, in my unfounded fears
Methinks, in my conscience my love is born
When I see humanity barren and forlorn
My love love's naught, but painfully feels
The lack of love in others and the dejection it conceals
Yet, I try to love, to be its virtuous voice
To speak of its beauty, is mine choice
Although I do not know what love really is
This poem is dedicated for love I believe it is
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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