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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun rises, Yet my heart wanes in yestereve. Sleep the wont; My eyes are yet transfixed Upon her sadness, And silent moan— My eyes deliver my heart In rosy red fathoms Of surmise As we watch her move And drag a heaviness Behind her That bid me Rush to her, Lift it away from her, And free her From it. If but she knew We yet live to bear Her burden! Yet silence mocks Our purpose. Would that I were That strength, That ear alight, That relief, Would I could But gather My courage, Fallen all about Her feet In smoulders. Fear smote Before my tongue Could reveal ourselves And love's close Proximity. Why should love Cause us to feel shame? Because it is a nakedness That is truth unadorned; It is a defenseless purity, Frail and small, Till joined, And so stronger Than any fear of God In heaven Or hell's reprisal. Or am I fearful of The principal: We versus the familiar Loneliness of I? Am I to be of such high vantages And deemed so worthy? And whosoever is so? Do we not make ourselves worthy? Perhaps fear self-kindles The dunn smoke Of indecision And doubt, Blinding the sense, Issuing forth foul whispers And trite crackles that dissuade, And dismantle the heart; “who could love thee?” “She is too high a shot for e’en Cupid’s dart, Look thou midst the lower of thy means”, And such self scorn Till we are consumed 'n it: Our belief, or inability, To accept that we are worthy To be loved And to love beside Rather than not, or from afar— And that tomorrow Never comes. As we wait for The right moment To speak ourselves And loudly proclaim Our love, And we, its champion Unsurpassed! The sun is risen. Let us toward And wait no more. Fear and shame, Thy spell is broken. Let our future, uncertain, Lay in waste of love’s Wholesome Endeavor. [Flourish, Exeunt]
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