Committment
I know its morning
By the fragrance of your hair
It sings me again to sleep
Day comes dividing
Us into chores, and despair
For what no life dares to keep
I want to drink fresh
The nectar of your dark lips
I crave no other healing
Though my heart would thresh
Where eternity still drips
Even though we went to sleep
With open eyes see
Nothing here but a dream. You
Left long ago, too long now
And that makes you free
And I wary that I do
Not desert you, nor my vow
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