Leaving Me Hard

Moonlight and Venus bright, And one mute cry for me. So let there be no moaning in the night, When blind eyes finally see. Daybreak, the crack of dawn. And after that we part. So let the gnash of teeth be gone, For one with half a heart. High noon and blazing sun, Life wilting in the heat. Then let there be no pissing when itÂ’s done,Nor crying in defeat. Beyond the place where bubbles burst, Where fate plays every card. I hope to quench my true loveÂ’s needy thirst, From she who left me hard. end Mr. E. Bates is a poet who likens the quest for love to a foxhunt, in which it is the chase and not the kill that appeals