Will You Be My Valentine?

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Click to attachment to load a pictureLove at the lips was touchAs sweet as I

could bear;And once that seemed too much;I lived on airThat crossed me from

sweet things,The flow of - was it muskFrom hidden grapevine springsDown hill

at dusk?I had the swirl and acheFrom sprays of honeysuckleThat when they re

gathered shakeDew on the knuckle.I craved strong sweets, but thoseSeemed

strong when I was young;The petal of the roseIt was that stung.Now no joy but

lacks saltThat is not dashed with painAnd weariness and fault;I crave the

stainOf tears, the aftermarkOf almost too much love,The sweet of bitter barkAnd

burning clove.When stiff and sore and scarredI take away my hand From

leaning on it hardIn grass and sand The hurt is not enough:I long for

weight and strengthTo feel the earth as roughTo all my length.

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