Exercise Of Love - Poem by Tea Wall
Oh, my LOVE, how I miss you
Yet I cannot mention it nor name you,
Since naming itself hurts you.
You are not Paris but the lines in your face
Portraits you finer than any magic trace;
I am no Helen, thus we are not blamed
For our love, neither of us should be shamed.
There is justice in your eyes,
A spark my heart so tight ties.
The words flowing out of your lips
Charm me as Orpheus fingertips,
And guide me well in my daily sips.
You are no taller than a sapling,
And the books in you awake the spring.
Lo, my LOVE, we're separated by space,
And come nearer at my each reading pace.
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