Let Me Not
Let me not to the married of true minds
Alter what thou love may seem to peace
As rivered lips at dawn
Shall it be less sharp as horns
Let me not shall I command
Be as thorns as it sunk
For midget goes from toes
Its all a dream to chase
Be it of fear
Shall it move like gear
Its electricity love adhere
Is all it has to cheer
Let me not to the love of one heart
Be the judge as it roams around
Raging with fire and excitement
Shall its joy, that no stone reverses
Copyright © George Zamile | Year Posted 2018
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