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Darling, Oh My Darling

darling to me do not be cruel, i can save your soul.
my heart weeps for you! sighs for you! dies for you!
my love is endless, but lonesome love drives me mad.
darling you know i seek the control of your heart.
i wait for you dear, believe my heart is patient!
i wait you my only one! i love you my only one!
i keep you my only one! i miss you my only one!
you say you believe in me, but you never send for me,
deeply pushes the pain. darling let our dream awaken!
i hang onto the precipitous bow at the edge of you.
i thirst for our dreams of yesterday to whet my soul.
darling you are the owner of a dangling heart,
’tis only you i await beyond time’s configurations.
let your love flow to me! cries aloud your spirit for me,
as i burn without purification, losing love’s consecration.
darling how can my forevers understand you? please
love me not half the way, but fill the vessel of my thirst!
grow this love in my heart and harvest the soothing
sweet of your balm to make love’s wounds whole.
darling your love quenches all the durst of my needs.

darling to me do not be cruel, i can save your soul.
my heart weeps for you! sighs for you! dies for you!
my love is endless, but lonesome love drives me mad.
darling you know i seek the control of your heart.
i wait for you dear, believe my heart is patient!
i wait you my only one! i love you my only one!
i keep you my only one! i miss you my only one!
you say you believe in me, but you never send for me,
deeply pushes the pain. darling let our dream awaken!
i hang onto the precipitous bow at the edge of you.
i thirst for our dreams of yesterday to whet my soul.
darling you are the owner of a dangling heart,
’tis only you i await beyond time’s configurations.
let your love flow to me! cries aloud your spirit for me,
as i burn without purification, losing love’s consecration.
darling how can my forevers understand you? please
love me not half the way, but fill the vessel of my thirst!
grow this love in my heart and harvest the soothing
sweet of your balm to make love’s wounds whole.
darling your love quenches all the durst of my needs.

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By Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.

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