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Letter XV
You’ll wonder why I stop, As we begin to pray. You’ll wonder how all words retreat, How they may cease, escape, or stray. As my eyes gaze at God & you —As adamant as mountains, As vivid as fountains; Mirroring each light, each hue, each colour of our prayer, That ripens in the air. Know,
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Letter XIV
Needed, no new expression, No song, verse or lullaby. Our Love is but a question, & the answer is you & I. Now, I have stopped to love, for I have stopped loving. Like a shadow surrendering to the self from a journey in a garish day. Like that, I stop before we stray. Utterly adhering to
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Letter XIII
In my nocturnal wait, I love you enough. As I’ve loved you & yet in my nocturnal wait, I utter more letters than all alphabet. I find more meanings between love & hate. Between good & evil, between dark & light. & in my nocturnal wait, Endlessly so wounded is my soul, Endlessly so
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Letter XII
None knows my secret, yet I’m; None but your Love. None knows my secret, yet Ma’am; Come lay my heart with thine. For Loving you was mine, of all the roles, I’ve had. The sole role from above, That was, simply, your Love. One joy in a world so sad. For all the Love I’ve loved.
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Letter XI
I spoke about you to the youthful summer hymns, & to the ancient wrecking winter winds. I spoke of Love unknown. As I speak you, now. I spoke of a heart untorn. As I share mine, now; Two hearts — as one. Forever, unspoken of, unseen, unheard of, undone. Until, you mark the perfection of our heart.
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Letter X
Between a duo, I rove. Between a duo, I wander. Though I deeply know; the best of history is yonder. & that our future selves will coincide once more. Just as we did, before our birth back on the days of yore. Till then but faint “Hellos” I have, so are the faint “Goodbyes”. Till then so
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Letter IX
How long will ending start after starting’s end; For in waiting weary me hardly can fall or transcend? How long we’ll separately breathe if our paths are entwined; For waiting is unbearable for my psyche & my mind? Until we touch & time would be whole, & history complete. Until we cease to act at ease,
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Letter VIII
I saw you rain I saw you gleam, A fire reflected in a stream A solitary weary wave That I would sail yet I’m not brave. But in your eyes, The stars, they guide me in disguise. Oh I dare sail, & break the secrets of your veils. & tell the moons & suns &
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Letter VII
You spoke in a winter night—so dim To breathe out a morning’s hallowed hymn. A soothing smile from a gruesome grim Born back in time for one more start. You spoke & turned my winter blues to garish gleams & glaring hues. An unrivaled triumphant muse, To make a saint of my pagan heart. You spoke, & all misery melt
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Letter VI
O’ my second self, my swooning soul, O’ fading flame; Renounced are all the words I call, knowing your name. O’ my long-lost love —O’ my absent queen; although you may remain unseen, between my sorrow & my thrill. Before we meet Oh linger still, In my wretched world as it’s always been, of dreadful death’s shattering shrill. &
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