Torment
By Ld Marduk
My torment…yet…be greater still,For tis that I…can still but feel,The warmth...that was her touch,So soft...and yea quite gentle--And though the days have long now passed,It doth seem...as yesterday,For she hath both my heart and soul,Enslaved...eternally--Thus, am I aghast,To know that...at long last,She confided love for me,For though I spoke oft...endlessly--Of such feelings...felt in kind,Long didst she but wander blind,Seeing...without seeing,The love for her,That was mine. Written May 29th, 2000 © on Aug 29 2001 06:41 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My torment…yet…be greater still,For tis that I…can still but feel,The warmth...that was her touch,So soft...and yea quite gentle--And though the days have long now passed,It doth seem...as yesterday,For she hath both my heart and soul,Enslaved...eternally--Thus, am I aghast,To know that...at long last,She confided love for me,For though I spoke oft...endlessly--Of such feelings...felt in kind,Long didst she but wander blind,Seeing...without seeing,The love for her,That was mine...."