Thursday, July 05, 2007
The Poetry Sessions: Solitude
Love, you icy friend
That at once froze and warmed the heart
That brought us close as much it tore apart
Sweet temptress, what games you played
Fleeting seduction of a brighter morn
Shone through clouds of bleak and grey a storm
Let steal you
From me one that I held dear
When greatest for you, love, i felt was fear.
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