[F] Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden [Romantic] [Not all love poems are happy] [Day 11] [28 Days of Love Poetry
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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