Thursday, June 24, 2004
The spurned Lover so soon
An hour! A single hour lies between myself and my castle gates. Sweet is the water of her moat. High do her towers climb. Long is her terrace, long and wide with every color of the rainbow in the flowers that dance around it. Oh sweet, sweet woman! Can this hour be so much more. Let me see your ribboned walls, lead me to their lovely corridors, press my hands on the cold wintery touch and warm them with my pulsing vein. Let me, oh woman! And never let me out.
I say your name a thousand times and hope that it will bring you near to me. That the magic of your sound will connect my spark, a chaotic twirl, an irrational twist, and we are wind together.
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