I've no desire unless with your pursuing
A sound from which your lofty words begin
And with the terror of your passions knowing
4 Too young to feel such passion from within
Witholding grace by silence often parted
Plunging deep the faith we now ignore
And with your panting breath repentance started
8 No sooner did we newer depths explore
For by my word you choose the newest pace
And pausing with the changing of the touch
But by times passing, a slowly blurring face
12 The later praise of little and of much
For if, in innocence, I be the stronger hold
We've no longer waited than passion grows old

02/21/2005

Posted on 02/23/2005
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