My Rose Didn't Bloom She Said
J
James McLain
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I have not had your pleasure since,
You had mine last since.
The moon not the sun expands each night,
Silver ring's tight, light I've held.
Would that but love as time indures and
Bodies two, one intwined.
And like pearls that hang from each breast,
Blanket's the hills with snow.
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