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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love, you and I, being all love's essence, shall grow old Older than we are And yet never be a black hole like an old dead star And shall invite with candlelight, you and I The world to dinner or to tea, with some honey from the sky And they sitting with us, sup with us To warm their cosmic loneliness away Love, their leaching eyes will milk us for joy And thrill more when my stiff pen caress With a compass of confidence, the nipple of a word on a breast of page From this point wet with joy They will hear you read to me, and I shall read to you Tongue full of poems like a tender picture framed Lisping the memories under your name And memories of jealousies dead like Methuselah in our head Love, perhaps you will tell the flower petal of your tears Forgiveness no one remembers, for we have no sorrow here They will ask us how, curious to go to bed And we shall say that those who said they are sorry never loved For where forgiveness comes first sorrow never blooms And you perhaps will me again That trust grows here, my dear, and forgiveness Is just a little dew we use to freshen up the leaves Then friends shall say good night in peace, and we to bed will go Nothing between us, not even dusty spread To shutter us from the melted night When we shall hear the angels trumpeting our dreams Unraveling the music that love writes into little streams O love, sweet shall be the promise of our heart The tender succulence of lips that fed us this repast This voice shall wake us, and dew will touch the buttercup And we shall say, I love you forever Joy forever of my heart.
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