ill my goblet with love And let me quaff it to drunkenness You! Beautiful dove! Your beauty is my sickness You avoid looking into my eyes Struggling to prison the secret in your heart But your caress of the dog Exposes you! Reveals you! …It is too affectionate for a dog. Both of us know What the other endeavors not to show Both of us cherish the dream And hope to get the extreme! …To keep the ember agleam. PostForums: Index > User Poetry > Timid Love
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