If If love would yet imprison me,
What portents will that rogue convey,
Have I no time raise my shield
Have my defences left the fray,
Must I submit to languid hours
The will to eat, to work amiss,
My dreams and thoughts held ransom to
Her face, her form, her voice, her kiss,
Can that userper love prevail
and wrest my fate away from me
and loose my hand and let run wild
The rudder of my destiny
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Author:
Surfeyor (
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- Published: June 9th, 2025 10:46
- Comment from author about the poem: written at 50 after meeting someone who would change my life
- Category: Love
- Views: 4
Comments1
Infatuation, obsession, passion powerful. Well done.
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