My Madeline
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- - ......My Madeline........ -
Like Madeline take me by thy hand,
and be lost into never ending woodland
Wild,
In the stormy night.
The storms of pain for fear of life's
flowery flame, for impending doom for
Separation,
the life is full of weary recollection.
I am not porphyro to woo thee to take the
Chance of making love,
Or hamlet to exchange love with dutifulness.
Thou art my long cherished, inner afferent
Soul.
Embrace my loaded heart onto fullness,
Make it burst to dissolve into immensity.
I have nothing to do with civil amenity
and politeness of being and becoming.
Let me be wild, naked soul of communion,
Let me die in thy heart in lone wilderness.
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