UNTAMED LOVERS (1)A Poem by AlexCuddle with me to a perfect rest move with me of which thou know best let practice the blindness therein and test in open secret we shall share that in-between the lips the breeze shall hear. Let forget the world and be as we are into it let the moon be jealous and seek of love with the sun away, far-away we shall crawl where no mind shall know that of which we draw. Follow my tune O' gracious image even if it means forgetting my adage. © 2014 Alex |
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