Henry Love Poems

Because I know
Some-where in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
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A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dote nor dream
For fate
(That fire of fire)
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Take this life
I selflessly bestow
Upon the joy upon the sorrow
For dreams I have none to borrow 
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"Constant sorrow, " be thought the morrow,

"For today has come and Gone. 
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She rolls upon the sigh of Orion 

Her voice Carries 
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For yonder lady 
This Poem is penned.
Whose eyes express brightly
Gazing upon such measure 
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I have always had a knack for eavesdropping.

Tho I am not in the least 
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