To open up my heart – a thing to learn for me
As though another’s glance would yet return for me
My splintered feelings prick you like a thorny rose
And yet I bid your love be soft as fern for me
I choose so oft to hide behind a cool disdain
While deep I wish another’s heart would burn for me
So many times I leave before the curtain call
But wait behind the stage for one to turn for me
A priceless gem’s a hand that clasps but yet is free
Oh could the light I served but lost still yearn for me?
An attempt at a quasi ghazal form – only quasi as its possibly not quite themically differentiated enough to be classic form. This form is a challenge!
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