A Season's Wishes


To each the content of fulfilling,

To he the event be unfolded,

To she the desire is willing,

To they the apart be not moulded.


Is love a compartment surrounded?

Embraced with a mind that is chained by

A grasp underneath the united

And soul parallel to the cause?


Enveloped she faces the plague of

Reality constantly jeering:

Remorseless and dull the pedantic

Ineptitude cringes the hearing.


He whispers that love everlasting

Be not disenchanted by lies that

Suggest that a Christmas is better

With letter and item—no life at.



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