Love's Intended
On dreary days, I seldom wake
for deepest dreams arise opaque
and multitudes of fiends ascend
dispatching poems, I've just penned.
In vain I hide inside my end
upon a prayer, I make amends,
for all pretensions once defended
are quiet now, I'm Love's intended.
The dream has turned and I'm awake
and shaking knees no longer quake.
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