To Forget
If I were someone you once metIn a story crystal clear a blur of blue
And I held you close and true as though a jewel dear
Although your fate was never to appear within (my own)
If words were wise, truth could tell, if I had known
That you yourself would never let
Me in as far as Love is made to go
Although every time you told me so,
It was no effort to forget,
When your hair so skybright fair shone like light
As the slender satin of your limbs moved like silken miles
Capturing the century with graceful policies of your smiles
Eclipsed the ancient horrors hiding in your eyes
Like the night we met to f o r g e t . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-11-10 at 04:13
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