Like Lace Upon the Touch
Ife my love a sea can wait
Like a ghost bereft of love
Then every sea that I have dreamed
Still waits like lace upon the touch
And every kiss that I have lost
Another profound confession
And every desire that I have touched
Becomes like morbid coffins pale
In a solace forbidden now
Of despair and tragedy
Like lace upon the lips
Exquisite sorrow needs
Lavender and burdens cruel
Memoires of making love
Ife my love a sea of time
Partakes in all of beauty’s prime
When making love is practical
Then in practice I restrain
Every desire romaunt denies
When I in love still propose
A Pulitzer of cliché words
To make or birth every pursuit
That man without enigma can
In quaint fashion raise
Ife my love I dream that time
So quiet so exquisite can abate
Without abstinence thy suffering
Then with maudlin mourn
In meadows flaunted unblessed
I quietly nearly touch
Though ignorant not of fate
Ife my love a sea can wait
From immediate desolate perception
Yielding with a thousand reluctant words
Ife my love a sea can wait
Where lavender touches love
Desire subtle beyond desire
Is grandeur never laced
Ife my love a sea can wait
Ife love laced touches words
I quietly nearly touch
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