Your
shoulders drooped
With the burden they bore
Of rich little trinkets of love
Making their way
From a distant shore
Under your
Accusing gaze
I stood
With the burden they bore
Of rich little trinkets of love
Making their way
From a distant shore
Under your
Accusing gaze
I stood
Empty handed
In my respectable penury
Not observing similar
Courtesies of Love
For my wealth was me
And all of me
Was with all of you
Already. . .already!
In my respectable penury
Not observing similar
Courtesies of Love
For my wealth was me
And all of me
Was with all of you
Already. . .already!
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