In silver light, their masks delight, they hide behind their veil.
They spin such lucid tales, of lust they do avail.
They compliment and flirt and fly to sow the seeds of desire,
but quickly do their long spun tales drift unto the mire.
So happy thoughts and caution taught, I explore this world of theirs.
I now know how to hold it back, my inner-self not shared.
But keep these imps at distance, and keep behind the line;
and we will see if love does hold given nothing more than time.
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Checked out your painted kisses, interesting! love your poetry, it has great depth of meaning, it reveals the inner soul, you know!
ReplyDeletewishing you well my young learned scholar, may your successes be many fold throughout your life time sweet Marcus: