Tuesday, August 10, 2010

My Plight

How is this, as a thought
Alone I am and with naught
To share with me a simple dream
Even venture a little scheme
That would be all I sought

I would not, if I would
Though I might, if I could
To dare with thee as if I mean
Presume upon your bosom lean
As it were, that I should

This I know, is my plight
Live and die, in the night


jade

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