Woolgathering

Why do others compare their love to fire

  When mine like dwindling embers glows—

  Only rarely tasting of their God, desire—

  And in tenderest mercy only shows.

  For them a fluttering lash would suffice

  And sweet longing for kisses and tributes of flesh,

  Yet for us a wry smile, forgiving our vice,

  And a burden twice shouldered our passions addressed.

  So forgive me darling if I sing not of praise

  For your childish whims and ignorance,

  Because the rose tinted glasses I set all ablaze;

  Your confessions, alas, were sweeter incense.

  Let us hope that the ring we've held onto so long

  Will, as youth's fervent dreams, prove just as strong.

  The Following is a preview of ‘Coronach’, a Sci-fi serial series. Read the rest at:

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