you wearily queried why I dispose you so wild
and wishing to tell you the truth, I struggle so lie
'cause I fear to confide that it's simply in my time
I've only held lovers where such passion's a crime
and as ours with each kiss everyone shared so sublime
and for not knowing to look never did till now find
but such love's a viper and in discovery I'm reminded
though inspiring to admire for petting you risk dying
Monday, January 5, 2009
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