Some Unknown Whimsey's Mirth

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How cold to wrest from just my touch
The tender soft rapport
Of one who I've grown closely to
And come to much adore.

What cruelty opened up my heart
That lay cast frozen deep
Driving it down further still
To forever sleep.

Was humor found at my dismay;
Did laughter come to call.
Was this just some drama play
For whimsy's beck and call?

Do answer please, those so wise
What reason could there be,
For handing out such happiness
Then tearing it from me.

Alone again my heart remains,
Entombed, eternally dour
While brightness shines upon my face
Masking pain-filled hours.

by Rodney Crater

Copyright 2007 by Rodney Crater