Rewind
Rewinding that insidious regret
that art as counterfeit
did access all my faith's concept
and yet denying thy love's kept!
Each moment's fine adept
were not a loss ~ as all acceptance wept
wherein thy heart spoke,
also mine had slept!
Rewinding then this usury's invest
apart ~ and yet no time in mind
can atrophy entwine ~ forever thee,
. . . . . . forever solaced, stately mine!
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