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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.15.10.20529]] |
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A Perfect Fit Are We "There is written of loves that ignight nations to war; May our battle remain always salt and flesh." Were I to give equal of volumes that I take; your days turn, spent only lying silent, listening to birds and sonnets of devotion. I bask in your creative shadow; all I learn and will is to give you platform to soar. I dream not of mortal desires. No moment I own is spent without thought or memory of you. The restless need of a child is calmed in your knowing. I cannot escape deeds that scathed your heart; see always that I pay eternity for my lust of fools gold. Know that muse and momentum are never to fall shy of your shoulder. Iris rimmed in gold, gilded locks brassed with age; how I adore your face. I fear these words incapable of telling stories I cry to tell. Who would gather to hear words so void of perfect expression as these? I pour upon pages, searching for The word, The phrase to capture your affect on me. Until each vowel finds its place, know that all my tenderness and serenity is to you. |