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I've been inspired by listening to A Midsummer Night's Dream so I wrote a poem for my wife |
| Allow me take a knee before thee and touch thy hand with mine. Iโd fail to but say โA adore theeโ when thou art most divine! Allow me gently press my lip against thy could-silk skin. And pray forgive my trembling grip; but a symptom of my sin. Allow me take in thy heavenโs scent and breathe deep that sweetest flower. It doth cloak me in soft torment and threaten virtues to devour. Allow me beg the taste of thy kiss that my soul, at last, lay still. Here in the cold waste, my abyss, thou art dear warmth to the chill. โGeorge Gibson |