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A Fleeting Passion

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Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp,
Let's grimly kiss with bated breath;
As quietly and solemnly
As Life when it is kissing Death.
Now in the silence of the grave,
My hand is squeezing that soft breast;
While thou dost in such passion lie,
It mocks me with its look of rest.

But when the morning comes at last,

And we must part, our passions cold,
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Christine Blaydes 10 March 2014

This poem is a wonder in all of its forms, yet still rings true with its meaning of passion.

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