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Click hereLooking back with love and longing
The walls of the Grand Serail look the same,
as when I was young,
and love was new, as
we played the livelong day.
Hope was ever present,
like the smiles upon our lips,
and for the morrow, we
let it take care of it.
But now I’m six and twenty,
and experience I have bought,
but I knew not then, the endings
of these things, that I now know
I recall her smile, her eyes
the way they shone,
and long for her touch,
in the years long gone.
In the gardens where we played,
the fountains tinkle still,
And the birds sing,
but I no longer shall.
It is said the caged bird sings not,
yet I am no longer caged,
but the memory pains,
as the hours pleased.
I scrape my quill, dip in the ink,
and recall those tender times,
but Empires call, and tender love
upon the vine must languish.
But here, now, the taste
of those lost times
haunts me
and tears flow.
Here it was they told me
that you were dead, and brought me
bitter news to hear, and bitter
tears to shed.
Death he taketh all away
but my memories he cannot take.