A wonder of thought where that secret lied
In that stagnant stream of blood it feels
A vigor of shaft in arms was tied
He saw her there but nowhere he kneels
Yet long with moanly words he cried
The silence drops down the cheeky peels
A moment of pain that never could
Make an end to unspoken deal
With two ogles of gold erect she stood
A warmth together of one soul they steal
Few tears of a form divine they could
"Fare well my love, yet us never will heal"
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