Yearnings
They say that destiny does not wait
A man must be prepare and at the gate
When the moment to his future calls
Old folk wisdom is true and it appalls.
I lost you the instant we were found
I thought you would ever be around
And took for granted the times gone
When love was in its tenderest dawn.
A man must forget what he can't keep
I whored among the stars just to sleep
And all your memory was hidden here
Behind the sparkle of the tethered tear.
Then he came from nowhere and said
Your name: Dothnie! and the old dread
Of denied seduction in lightning strike
Trembled me there. O, I do so dislike
To touch the jewel that I cannot keep. I
Know its vain to think, or hope, or cry
You are too married and too far away
Using your number would noose my day.
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