Lover's Bread Poem by Justice Khumela

Lover's Bread

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I am the love that dare not speak its name... Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. For, heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, when no man dies for love, but on the stage. What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh.

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Pheko Motaung 06 February 2012

Good poem.Well done Justice

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