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Published: 11-Feb-2013
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So I have finally written the words
That I dared not write for so long
The songs which remained unwritten
Despite my heartfelt desires
Now my head aches and my body floats
As if I had dropped a heavy pack
A few yards back after hauling it
For years along an empty road
But doubts still linger,
Prowling like hungry bears
What will you think of me
Now you know I love you?
What can I do to prove my love
My love? Can I send flowers
To a seven year old lover?
No, for conventionality would kill me
I could buy you red roses
from the greenhouse. A bouquet
Susceptible to these northern frosts,
A tangible reminder of your magic.
In our thousand mile absence
I forgive my silly day-dreams
But secretly wish to hear your feet
Crisping through the snow, early, alone
Arachnophile
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