Not In Any Haste
M
Mark Heathcote
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I will entice-you with my-sorrow
but expect to find joyous love
I'll encrypt my darkest passions-tomorrow
if you'll but turn my heart instantly to mush
And then reveal it as a love potion
you've always longed to taste.
You may die in my arms, in devotion
but my darling, not in any haste.
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