Fig: Courtesy of US National Gallery of Art
Yonder in the battlefields you roam
Advancing some agenda of yore
Which our little John and I scarcely understand its core
Except in the name of the security of our home
At the expense of our love and you my sweet bloem
Your absence makes me fret every single day
In this little cabin down town Denver I lay
As I patiently wait for the hour of freeing myself from this dome
The yearning for the golden days of our youth creates this pain
Since you have been away for far too long
Making me wonder what really went wrong
As I patiently wait for the time it will rain
My heart keeps aching like a virulent wound
Requiring quick attention, lest it builds into a mound
References
National Gallery of Art, & Joseph, J. (1983). The Corinthian Maid. Retrieved from https://images.nga.gov/?service=asset&action=show_zoom_window_popup&language=en&asset=149592&location=grid&asset_list=40700,118655,49988,64494,67584,68895,148921,149280,149946,149592,149916,149837&basket_item_id=undefined
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