I know there's no tower I can build
That can keep them from you. Rapunzel,
Let me climb your hair, and tell me
Once more I'm your love. Linger.
Let me keep believing that you want
A wizened man, though I suspect you've
Seen these others, strapping lads with funds
And optimism, things I do not have,
And you will, one day, grant one
Passage, and be freed to ride away,
And I will have to face my fortune:
Old, forgotten, still the captive of the one
I've captured, but admit I don't deserve.
Broken. I'll have nothing left to do but molder
By this tower after you have gone.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-08 at 20:19

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Unrequited love. You do this theme very well LARRY! Always enjoy your work.