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My Love Gone
I am cerebrating, concocting futile elements of imagination Nothing worthy of physically maneuvering my current station And fortuitously I am caught in your visage A visage characterized by those sharp and fearful, yet inviting, eyes Your poignant stare, Oh so full of grace, and confirmed by the sage The sage of love, Look how you get me into indestructible highs Your lips seduce me to have a parley with you I wonder how much grace you really accrue Albeit marveled by your spiritual yet sensual touch I, like a charlatan, entomb what I feel as such I wrestle my primitive urge to declare Lo, to declare how so wonderful you are Indeed, How so wonderful you make me feel How so precious to possess a gem so ideal Your reaction to my indifference quietly dares my heart’s might Without concern of inciting from me your flight To proclaim my love aloud with a thousand sounds and The loveliest of melodies, that I am in quicksand A quicksand of love, awe and longing Joy, lust, weakness, and yearning That I long to make you mine That I long to cherish you beyond the finest wine Only if my pride would set me free So I intimate you that you are my heart’s key I do express my undeniable insanity, but only in my heart of hearts That I love you with a million souls in more than eternal parts Only if you heard my millions souls horn But now you are my love gone |
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