30 January 2013
Would that my feeble poetry Had the power to set you free
Then thou would soar with eagles.
And if my words could hunger sate Then never would be bare your plate
And thou would feast with regals.
Never should be quoth a spell To cage thy heart in dingy cell
But I would speak the key.
No constraints may hold thee fast Fettered to regretted past
If thou believe in me.
Unconstrained • Opuss № I