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By Maggie M Date: 2008 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2008.06.20.19.41.7394]] |
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I would not count, but am compelled My soul contracted, heart confined, and yet would reach to you, but am repelled So hide and cower out of sight For the end of One is without Grace. I can not love in the Everyday by sun nor moon nor star, but only in the darkest moment of my night. Love is hard and cruel and wears away, There is no freedom where there is no Right Heart staggers on and looks for praise Soul wounded by this passion offered to abuse. Each day new griefs I meet with childhood's faith that this might be the day that I may love Each night tend heart to sleep and knead the bruise. I love thee with a clenching heart and tears I love thee with a love I do not choose |