Do not bother to call my name
If you still love me then pray for me
For i will dance with my leg lame
If ever I grow a seed of love in me
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Love may be madness, yet we never stop seeking love. And when we find love once again, all the heartbreak and pain of the past is soon forgotten. Reflecting on Shakespeare - What fools we mortals be!
A poignant rendition on love set aside for sober reflection. A work from a sober mind. Thanks for sharing, King.