I kneel and beg the muses for the line

that drags your love away from Satan’s gate,

your words are clear, you tell me all is fine,

yet something in your sad eyes cries “too late.”

I suffer as a man in Bible text,

I kneel and beg the muses for the line

to wake your soul, invert your heart so vexed,

return to me the love that once was mine.

My heart is hanging by a piece of twine,

could Eros treat me thus – a scrap of dross?

I kneel and beg the muses for the line,

but poetry is this time at a loss.

I watch you walk away, the sun descends,

a mockingbird intones an “auld lang syne”

refusing to believe in bitter ends

I kneel and beg the muses for the line.

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