I see you
fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly
there with you I long to be
To touch
again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of
red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion
do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to
meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see
myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy
garden dare to find me rest
O damn the
world that holds this body bound
N’er
content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there
in sweet repose my love is found
And there I
long to be with you again
For in fair
memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy
heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
Christopher Thor Britt
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