Many things have there been said
Where the eyes make up for the weakness of words
And where the slack is made up by those coy doors, the truth has fled
Here where gazes softly offered touch,
and the shadows which lie behind them speak and are heard
And are heard, to fall on silence, then that more much
And anyone would weep and smile, to surmise
That if the voices trembling could be cured
"We could for a while speak, we could meet each other --" with a sigh
For, if it were so, I would long ago have at your feet then laid
My heart, for only but the thought of us
And that if anyone, could but to another, their gaze allow to rise
That no wandering eye, from its quiet intercourse, would be again deferred
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Amazingly awesome write
WOW what a write. Its sucks you in right at the beginning and you are compelled to stay until the end! LOVE IT!
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