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Nor Poems nor roses
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There's light without a lit fire
But without loving the warm
Which burns deeply as a pyre
Into the light of my firestorm
 
Are honeysuckles at my feet
And waters to wash my face
Greedy fingers ready to meet
A scorching body to embrace
 
They aren’t poems nor roses
You can harvest from my lap
They are thistles and proses
You gain from me with a jab
 
But since you still want me
The passion that still wham
Give me a sign if you agree
Let's be lovers without sham
To be simple is to be great
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#2
Got a nice image from that little piece. Thank you for that
"There's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for"
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