Some lovers find it so irresistible at times to visit first love–even when it re-greets them with first aches…But–oh, the world’s a stage for anything, if that is solace enough… (By the way, am I speaking for myself…? I guess not…)
By eaa1118
Down by a cloud of gardens
Our only arms were eyes
Which choked us both too smitten
By only sight and sighs
We sighed for things unspoken
When we were young and warm
We sighed for all unbroken
Speeches of the dumb
Down by this late old frankness
One’s having said I love you
Casts no more spell just stiffness
Of pride unused to flow
Only but sight and sighs
No longer Lord nor Maiden
Down by a cloud of gardens
Our arms were only eyes…
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