September 6, 2025

THE FAIR LADY WITHOUT REGRET

By EPRobles

I dreamed a Lady yesterday
She wandered through my Sleep
Her Smile a Thief of Remedies
Her Absence mine to keep

She gathers what she fancies swift
Her Voice is soft and stern
She leaves a Petal on my cheek
And never shall return

The fair lady without regret moves
And strews my Heart apart
She is my Ruin and my Hymn
My Torment and my Art

Her Eyes a Mirror dark with Light
Her Kiss a sudden Flame
It scorched the Fabric of my Soul
Yet still I call her Name

The lady without remorse.

:: 09.06.2025 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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