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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required {For Nelson and Winnie Mandela} You, me said I to my honey bitter When like the windy aether, Blows us hither and thither Bursting bubbles on elevating air, I shall sleep dreaming with one eye open Set you and I free on a chilly rest, Virtually recalling the immure moments I shall tell you of inborn pain. Hence, that in these moments, hours Days running in weeks, months into years And coming to these moments, It's love I suppose so That I should be waiting, waiting and waiting For you on this thing that like the windy aether, Has blown away, blown away till this moments. I shall sleep through to another day Because of you, I and the offspring And watch you through, though my heart is spilling Could it be my strength has withered? Or my agility has disappeared? So when the night comes to eyes And the silence deafened ears In those moments, hours, days, weeks and months And the years, O the years! Which I have slept through just remembering you. I have looked your face through, When you are slumbering, thinking silently Of your vanity, tells of enchantment saliently. Let us lay on the lawn And make sweater nothing of love, Let us float upwelling in delight for the ocean, And make sea-wine sip among arteries rejecting behoove. It is love I suppose so That I should be waiting,waiting and waiting, For you on this thing that like the windy aether Has blown away, blown away till these moments, And you insinuate without times, whether That ours prophesy shakable love lust, It has not gone through the last Of consent; well, it's all sentimental Even though, I have gone and mount the pedestal Like the Baboon drumming Out his chest so loud; My head had gone white shouting so loud And the children care clamoured for My greater loftier ladder, Aged head has gone white like cloud. You would say then, I have waited for ages, I have trimmed the lamp for ages I have fumbled with the candle for long; But then flop; Fell out of one uniting rope I went so far flung, Even though thinking of you then As I now thinking of you so, And you have on, on and on thinking then I would wait for you so.
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