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Verse By Taj Mahomed Post by :carefull Category :Poems Author :Laurence Hope Date :July 2011 Read :3197

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Verse By Taj Mahomed

When first I loved, I gave my very soul
Utterly unreserved to Love's control,
But Love deceived me, wrenched my youth away
And made the gold of life for ever grey.
Long I lived lonely, yet I tried in vain
With any other Joy to stifle pain;
There _is_ no other joy, I learned to know,
And so returned to Love, as long ago.
Yet I, this little while ere I go hence,
Love very lightly now, in self-defence.

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Laurence Hope's poem: Verse By Taj Mahomed

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