Must Proceed
Thinking of you always
when
Every second interludes
A past a future when always we
are interrupted by a bitter sweet mention
Of you my love why do we question
all rhetorical for you, for me
love baits good interludes
the all agonizing ecstasy
can not dissipate a week a year
for love is longer than our time
abstractly
while life is short as bread
love
increased?
deceased?
why in love do we feast
on the bitter tears we are fed
to find within a love long and true
though at times bare and brass
cowardly, does not recede
godspeed,
godspeed,
straight or bow kneed
this love must proceed
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