Is what you've boasted, for worldviews
Curtained attic window's.
Shy, aloof. Sunned on, dull lit.
Getting through to, no rays of
A lovingness allows.
Without a key, the right word
To gain that heart's entry
Moonstruck, nights! When placed by you
Kiss by runged kiss, which ladder
Dream-built is, climbed for me!
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