NOT occasion makes the thief;
She's the greatest of the whole;
For Love's relics, to my grief,
From my aching heart she stole.
She hath given it to thee,--
All the joy my life had known,
So that, in my poverty,
Life I seek from thee alone.
Yet compassion greets me straight
In the lustre of thine eye,
And I bless my newborn fate,
As within thine arms I lie.
Book Of Suleika - Hatem 01
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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Poem topics: alone, fate, grief, heart, joy, poverty, straight, life, love, I love you, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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