Enslaved By Your Love
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Mark Heathcote
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When some star does shine in the distance
I squint to see it roundly better
I force my eyes to see its beauty.
Therefore, I think. I understand it even better.
And therefore, I understand it even less
Like a lemon, I would squeeze out its pips.
And try to ascertain its sweetness from bitterness.
And while my eyes are firmly transfixed
I would absolve myself of any dark wrongdoing.
In such a fashion, I would possess even you?
I would be the suitor enslaved by your love.
And be visionless to see you are all around me.
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