Confidential woe
The
sorrow has started to stir my soul to limitless sadness
And
I must mourn the unfinished monument of our bond
Which
as dew in a dusty and windy morning is drained
Because
the scuttlebut is so sour and scummy as a storm
And your cold chilling cutting mind made decision to cut
Our
blooming beautiful bliss in a burden for our bodies
That
thaws my tantalizing desire to melt your bits and mind
In
a mild winter night you wanted to warm my wan muff
And
the laughter and naughty pecks on the cheeks and lips
Becomes
scuffled soundless weeping in a lonely corridor
In
our centre where we toil and endeavour for youngsters
To
thrive in culture and work though our we head to cesspit
I
will for ever idolise and esteem you as a worthy humble man
Who
desired me once and with whom I enjoyed joyful days
And
relentless tenderness my everlasting love will shadow
Your
steps despite my aching heart and eternal distress.
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