We are not lovers, nor shall we,
My lady, love as we might, ever be.
For you are to me a whisper,
A moment,
A vapor,
A glance,
A drop.
But on your own,
A beautiful clamor,
An endless eternity,
A violent current,
A steadfast gaze,
A wondrous ocean.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
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