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By wistful Date: 2001 May 26 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.26.01.36.9688]] |
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Poet, adventurer, scholar, Stretching my mind and soul more than comfort bears Each pull strains and tears, Then heals and grows Drawing me closer, moth to flame, craving more. In all things fearless, yet cautious with your heart, The one thing I give so freely for the first time In so very long. So very long. So little time, yet so much longing There is no sense, no rhyme, no reason It is mad, it spins beyond my control It frightens me Yet heightens me Only in freedom can you be mine Only enslaved do I dare let myself be free. Once escaped, emotions cannot be contained, Especially after so long in confinement Pain and pleasure intertwine, Twixt doubt and hope you'll ever be mine. Gentle and generous soul, You will blow me kisses softly And send me on my way. Again alone, but never the same. You glow brightly, my love. |