The lover’s ghost

Of love, I need to say nothing!
of pain, I need to say nothing
the bruised ego waylays a maiden
to stump the pride of a lord who
is more with the God than the love
Who see man as a brother and love
as fatherly decoration on cross
I need to stay steady with my maiden
and bury the whole hatchet with seriousness
of angels dancing upon the tubers of anti-love
Could angels sweep what is hated?
Or are they pompous of darken times.
Of pain , I need to say nothing
Of love I need more of it as my ego allowed
then I am not a phantom but the ghost of a lover.

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