Jean Franse Poems

You cannot give me what I want,
nor grant me my desire.
You can't be perfect as a man
and that's what I require.
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I'm like a clod of earth which cowers
beneath a threatening sky;
afraid that when the rain comes down
I'll melt away and die.
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In youth I dreamed of Camelot and knew my life would be
a search for just one hero who would come and rescue me.

A knight in shining
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