Be Her Heart To Thee Laid Far Off Of Farthest Reach? - Poem by Michael Gale
Is this bottled up TENSION? ...
Doth drink of spirits help he rescue one or more lonesome maidens?
No courage of heart...
Lips do sip to tendered start.
How may she meet into his lips? ..
Lackly spirited courage of faith.
Bent to will's of her mistake...
I give thy heart to her to take.
Like a long longest rake left out of reach...
To gather to thee her loving's unbreach.
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