Lips kissed afar, like bitter leaves
Eaten raw affront love's fragrance.
Love, their smell raw it gives
But love's smell rich, scent at distance
Love me as line writes, or eternally lives
For long or longer, I long that chance!
Men have left, frost of early spring
But love remains, hopes for ring
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