For Sally H
I'm left with just the memory of you,
Let it last as long as my life and breath,
Or never will lose a dear thing more true,
Verily I could live not, but hail death.
Each joyful moment rolls about my head,
Devoted tears to happy times as one,
You and I in throws of passion ‘neath spread,
Or thou asleep in my arms, mine heart won.
Under bright skies I recall how thou shone,
Since thee did move my mind, body and soul,
Art thou so heavenly and yet so alone,
Little does thou know how I was made whole.
Locked are these times into my poor heart,
Yet this secret of mine I must impart.
(June 09)
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