If I intrude in your bleak presence now,
Have I improved upon your solitude?
But knowing that your silence won't allow
Won't I be construed, easily, as rude?
And mind not, how this happy fool behaves,
With smitten heart, that really rules his head,
Takes rainbows, for sweet heaven he oft craves,
Divining dreams, for hill of hope he'll read:
Sweet torment only dreamers ever take,
The wise knew not, and truly missed the thrills,
In walking paths, that angels can't forsake,
While I choose not to skip life and its frills;
......Love, why should your spoils go to whomever
......Concedes to being made your prisoner?
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