Photograph
Send me a photograph of you in all your glory,
Stripped to the bare bones of beauty
And smiling in the noonday sun;
And I shall build my dreams around imaginary stories,
Walk in the paths of love and duty,
Until my empty days are done.
Send me a photograph of you in lavish poses,
Naked in the dew soft dawning
And lying on the Summer grass;
And I shall see you overshadow beauty of the roses,
Drink of your soul each waking morning,
Until my passing comes to pass.
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