To My Love
So let us kill the late autumn's
flowers with our hungry sniffs
And ignite in me Adam's
longing. Tears like from cliffs
of Africa will from my heart
snake through parched
fields for long seeded by what
I for long fetched
Then will I blossom and
enjoy my love-May
You and I like a turtle-band
Will whistle and bustle and stay
in love.Virtue would be my love
Our adversary would be strife.
Copyright © Robson Shoes Lambada | Year Posted 2008
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