The Lover


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    The Lover

    The lover touches me
    Suddenly I live - Sensitive -
    She makes me, perfectly,
    Finally loved.
    It must be her greatest gift
    Her fine and tender mercy
    Pouring her anointing oils
    Over me - mingling deep
    Such wonders, mystery's moments
    What dreams may give, and where
    If only real, they'd let me know
    Of when I would be loved
    And should I, should I, tell her
    Could I - reach her
    So she would know
    How her touch - Moves me so?
    Not yet, or else I'd risk
    My truest joy, for now
    Of feeling in the moment,
    As if, as if
    So loved.

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    AlexandriaPoole commented on The Lover


    Very well done.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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