I have not forsaken
Those eyes that I once gazed
With lust and indignity
I have dreamed of thee
In honor I breach the boundary of souls
Amid your lexical whimsies which wind my heart
In oratory I postulate our possible fate
In repose upon silk threads
I wait, as time has passed in pulses
I suspire upon the ebb
And expire beneath the weight of love
For you
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