Number 4
“Moron”, O I speak thoughts of days have passed
How reckless was I, foolish words ran wild
O flee fast time, let the memories stay last
O Fate through looking mirrors pendent vile
That sneering viper, distorted visage
Dare lay its eggs in the presence of grace
Made barren these chambers, bleak and lifeless
“Idiot”, sounds resonant, brought and fazed
“These loving eyes,” she then speaks, “Dare they glance
At some-faulty-where, cast them on my lips
Follow their movements spare no passing chance
Hear these words and then forever instill:
I’ve granted you my life, my heart, my Love
Let not your Heart be vexed by those thoughts ‘bove”
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