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Committment

I know its morning By the fragrance of your hair It sings me again to sleep Day comes dividing Us into chores, and despair For what no life dares to keep I want to drink fresh The nectar of your dark lips I crave no other healing Though my heart would thresh Where eternity still drips Even though we went to sleep With open eyes see Nothing here but a dream. You Left long ago, too long now And that makes you free And I wary that I do Not desert you, nor my vow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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