Lovers alas,
lovers alas
Whoever sees that
faceless face
Confusion in him
amass
Desperation will
embrace.
For beloved cross
every pass
Worldly affairs
slow their pace
A flowing brook
amidst the grass
Flowing tears his
face shall trace
His ego is
shattered glass
Self-estranged,
himself deface
Sense the Divine
in spirit and mass
If he is truly
seeking grace
Love can
withstand molten brass
Gives his own
soul in this chase
Through this trap
lovingly pass
And find himself
beside that face
With love himself
will embarrass
Lost in time and
in space
There’s no cure,
potion, herb or grass
For one who’s
lost his earthly base
And his prize, to
reach that class
In this futile
endless race
Until death too
will come to pass
And move him to
that place.
The love that
hurts will never pass
It is a very
special case
Transcendent love
has its own class
The aching heart
is wrapped in lace
Run out of sand
many hourglass
Many a dream lost
in space
If miracle shall
come to pass
Every magic shall
displace
There is no king
and no palace
Facing that
graceful faceless face
Brave lions cry
out alas
Beside the dogs
guarding that place.
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