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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Frank Gard 1887-1912 I loved her as much as Jesus loves his bride. My friends, she was my saintly intended, indeed! Created by my God especially for me; this beautiful flower, This unmatched star in all the galaxy! She was, Innocence personified; the apex of all that is holy and good. Ivey Walker had no sins; she walked with the magnificent vestal virgins, indeed! Always alert to the sacred consuming flames within her pure self! A goddess-like lady of the highest class and caliber; upright and chaste, Never wont to surrender her graces to me, or any man or mouse! Even as I proposed, and held her close that night, Those saintly untouched lips, those wonderful bashful eyes, Refused to respond to my manful pleadings, and she said no to me. Shocked and stricken, I stood there and said “Wonderful!” For I expected this abject denial, this crushing brush off. Who was I to think I deserved this highest ideal, This quintessential embodiment of perfect female love? Not I, indeed. For as a lowly sinner, I confess! I confess that I secretly desired to find God within her holy tabernacle. I confess that I secretly wanted to crown her the Queen of Heaven, With trembling holy fingers, and sweet wine from my manful flask! But I was not worthy of her! Indeed! God almighty in heaven! Damn me to hell for wanting to kiss Ivey Walker’s saintly hand!
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