Poem: A Love

A Love

allow thy folded lip

lament; long loves?
your pale lips relent
and love! this lovers
dark descent allayed
by thee, and thine lament
last longer still,
until always:

all our ascent

in the yellow-woulds
long lane, our life
a folded lips lament
unfurled, to flower
longer I relent.

By anonymous

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