Taught
Through strength, thee in thy noble entry's spring
seem waiting for escale, seem lost to bring.
And I, within my absence seem avail
while, all in all, I ponder leaving's fail.
Oh wile the time, I ask for lesson's taught,
that build thee up, and I in thee, so nought.
Some strength within, does beckon all its ought
to give thee hope, my fault, an empty fought.
Thee, close to honor, beg thy presence caught
within my breast, some being knows thy vault
is chastened, by true love's concerned default.
In essence thee are feeling, oneness taut ~
while purpose ~ free, as freeing . . . is exalt!
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