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Sargent. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I see your beauty, I sense your calm,
I feel your breath intense within.
I know the time is nearly here,
For you to come and claim your lair.
I see your strength, I see your fight,
I see your whimsical delight.
Why me I can ask myself,
Yet it will not get anywhere.
The truth laid bare, that's the way,
Maybe I deserved this way.
I see your knowledge, I see your disguise,
I see your being cursing through.
Lest I do not get the chance,
let me say my only chant.
I saw your beauty, I was hooked,
nothing there will ever change.
Such attention, such devotion,
such an evil to be admired.
You know nothing of evolution,
all you know is destruction.
All you touch, all you seek,
You are a void of malignant obligation.