Predicament
Poetical ramblings...
Yet your light ,that flame within your breast
it burns so bright
A thousand words come back to me
Do not go there,
it's too close ,too near
The day is lost and night draws nigh
Here I am praying ,hoping for that help
looking up to the sky.
Still feebly wondering is it some trick
Some maddening game that will end real quick?
Yet as I ponder this great theme
Your youth and beauty can be seen.
Your hands and eyes are calm and strong
And voice such charm, I could be wrong.
A thousand times I wonder why
Myriad pondering I cannot let by
If I should go where you do call
What will it cost,
the price of it all?
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