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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