Willy’s love song

Am I, quill in hand, to be bothered
By half-formed ideas scattered upon a page?
Nay, my thoughts ever wander elsewhere.
Through dusty streets and hot alleys
Have my thoughts chased me.
By soft streams I linger, hopefully,
To forget the symphony I composed;
The symphony that rings in my heart,
A companion of quieter hours.
Like a patient I roam in search of calm
Through seas of unknown faces that I meet;
I am lonely amidst the busy crowds.
Nor does the sweet lullaby of the night ease me;
I lie awake in torment through the night:
I walk, troubled, in timeless corridors,
As the world around me passes time slumbering.
I lie here, smitten by a damsel,
Lost in a maze she built with her secret craft;
And, gone are the days of peace.

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Come, my lady, we shall walk together
In Sun-kissed fields that are washed
By numerous glittering brooks.
We shall dance with the butterflies,
And we shall sing with the birds.
And when the Sun goes down to sleep,
Like blades of grass we shall lie intertwined
To become a sweet, everlasting dream.

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The Sun comes and goes, and it kisses the fields still;
In those empty Sun-kissed fields echoes my symphony.
The sweet dream that we once became
Now lies abandoned in half-forgotten streets.
I lie here, smitten by a damsel,
Lost in a maze she built with her secret craft;
Alas! Her love was not immortal.

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