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By Lydia Date: 2003 Jan 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.04.21.01.13970]] |
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'Tween metal and flesh, find me wrought Sans mood and time to offer thought. From your arms I do twist and pull Yet, when love confines, I am full. Many years passed, so soon will I, Never to wish lost love goodbye. How to dream when all dreaming ends? 'Tis the sole task to which I tend. Ne'er would the words flow true like wine. As if all day with teeth to tine; No verse can spell the shame I live For love I owned, but did not give. This sad tale it seems will not perk. For the pen that writes seeks to lurk On shadows lost in winter's burst. And summer's juice has lost its thirst. I drink all day but find no taste That swills my mouth and dispels haste. And all I do is search for she, That tempers the devil in me. |