Work is in the way..

Work is getting in the way of passion
Oh how I pine for the time
to romantically dwell,
and, speak and feel!
To touch your letters
And reflect on meanings
Putting florid fleur de leas
On every corner of the page
Wanting to hear your wistful
Longings and supearlative praise
Time be a gentle and generous fool
under my spell
leap forwards and sloweth
at my bidding so that I can enjoy
The feel of my love in passionate
Stances concocted of romances,
Life's cares and aires
Let me be embraced in the creativity
Of my burning passion.
Let me write poetry.

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