My lover is now in rest, and cradled among the worm's nest.
He lays cold and flat in a coffin I haven't seen and grasp.
He sleeps in a time called forever, and may never open his eyes once more.
He will stay hidden and covered under molten rocks and damp oar.
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love in solitude is painful. well written. Try reading my love poems and comment as well.Thank u