Thursday, April 16, 2015
LOVED & NUMB
I Let her, I let her sing in an Indian ecstasy
I let her softly smile with those daisy lips
Where glad beams did sprout to own the best of rosy
Romance, and by joy, my dawn and the day she kept.
Time was swift and yet swift time has the shrill for Love
To deserve not by match of minds,
At last loved and numb..
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