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My rescued heart and I move on
No velvet chains of love shall ere bind me
A thousand ladies I have led
To my unmade and crumpled bed
Yet still of loves need I can n'er be free
Other men proclaim their fame
Of conquests in that field of shame
In hope perhaps their ego to enhance
I know of love and of its loss
For I have paid in full the cost
And yet I seem to need just one more dance
I often feel blessed with a curse
That my predation I should nurse
My heart devoid of guilt of lovers cry's
I meet another, fall in love
In amours dance of push and shove
Lost in an erotic tangled web of lies
I feel sometimes a true love found
My feet at last on solid ground
My glasses tinted rose, a different hue
Intentions never battles win
With heart and soul immersed in sin
As I embrace true love with thoughts untrue
I envy those with golden band
Their love secure as hand in hand
They wend their way towards true loves destiny
Whilst I with stealth and fleet of foot
Scale the portcullis ere it shut
For fear in truth no love could cherish me.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-18 at 13:10
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Hedonist
Caring not of love now goneMy rescued heart and I move on
No velvet chains of love shall ere bind me
A thousand ladies I have led
To my unmade and crumpled bed
Yet still of loves need I can n'er be free
Other men proclaim their fame
Of conquests in that field of shame
In hope perhaps their ego to enhance
I know of love and of its loss
For I have paid in full the cost
And yet I seem to need just one more dance
I often feel blessed with a curse
That my predation I should nurse
My heart devoid of guilt of lovers cry's
I meet another, fall in love
In amours dance of push and shove
Lost in an erotic tangled web of lies
I feel sometimes a true love found
My feet at last on solid ground
My glasses tinted rose, a different hue
Intentions never battles win
With heart and soul immersed in sin
As I embrace true love with thoughts untrue
I envy those with golden band
Their love secure as hand in hand
They wend their way towards true loves destiny
Whilst I with stealth and fleet of foot
Scale the portcullis ere it shut
For fear in truth no love could cherish me.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
Read 858 times
Written on 2005-10-18 at 13:10
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