That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
I’ve never thought of you as less than young
Though things concern you – imagined lines, maybe
White veins among your hair’s dark ore...
A kiss came out of nowhere
And settled on my mouth
Phantom pleasure from the air...
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