NO SECOND HEART

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WHY Should I blame her?
Who ‘m I to blame her?
She, with beauty like a tightened bow,
I, eagerly waiting to welcome the arrow.
She filled my days with misery,
And killed me at nights, thoroughly.
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
A Suitor was wailing, Did you hear the cry?
O, What can ail thee? My silence whispered me.
Can thee find her,’ she’
so-called…LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI
The beautiful lady without mercy.
No! Who ‘m I to blame her?
Why should I blame her?
Is there another HEART for her to break?

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  1. Nice poem. I especially like your rows: “She, with beauty like a tightened bow, /
    I, eagerly waiting to welcome the arrow.” Though your quote from Keats’ ballad shows farther, I like this simile more: it gaves in itself a complex, expressive image. Great! 🙂

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