A suffering that time does never truly end.
My songs, like whispers, on the world did stray, Still in my breast, a lurking sorrow dwelt. You stood beside me, sweet as summer's day, But my deep anguish, you have never felt. Those vernal lays, now veiled in misty haze, Sweet melodies of days that knew no care, You didn't mark, nor cherish in your ways, Wherein, my dear soul, its mystery did declare. Through every note, my grief did silently steal, Unseen, though near, my heart's constant friend. Behind the melodies, tears did often reveal, A suffering that time does never truly end. From joyful strains to mournful dirges spun, That healing fire, now coldly overthrown. ©Affaq