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and does thy not guess
that mine own breath
of thought deeply shivers
as moon and stars and sun
so brightly blessed
swirls high daily and nightly
over rocks, wet embankments
and rivers

be not just the bearer of
a quiet, clever caress
thou is but a bow for which
my own arrow quivers
hurling a mighty spear
all its own
of such sweetly tender
trespass

as to no other lover known
could it dare detour to clasp
such hopeful penetrating wound
that holds to thee so ever fast
eternally a brand
of mine love's more romantic repast
to polish your own dear heart
with flesh from such a supple shore
arrow to target returned at last

fulfilling the ancient legends
of love's finest lore
in all my so beloved abundant excuses
I can give you at least that
until we are allowed better more...........
(Sept. 22, 2011 351pm)