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"(A whispered prayer) You Know My Desires.  Do I Deserve You Alone, Or Do Lust, Longing And Hope Deserve To Be Satisfied In You Alike?"



Deciding to partake -- and risk a loss

of pride and hope and favor of your hand --

I savor love, but on my dreams' safe strand.

I'd lose myself, yet keep dreams virtuous.

No subterfuge of mind, nor vapid guise

does this pure urgent yearning heart intend

to lead or coax, but simply to extend

my hand, with heart, soft stretched to you, sans lies.

I sing!  My notes of song mere soul's pretend.

"Alright, then.  You may love; but too, life dies,

so tarry at the fairest, best; rush past

the hideous, tawdry, raucous, carnal, piteous.

A dream undreamt remains a dream yet planned."

If I'm "beloved" I've have gained Life's Great Prize!