The gown of plenty
You wear the gown of plentyIt accentuates you well
Indeed it mirrors your inner soul
Of that can you not tell
Come disrobe and bare your love
And rid yourself of schemes
For I shall ever be discreet
And never steal your dreams
And if you should abandon me
Upon the bridge of sighs
Before I savour all of thee
With body soul and eyes
My scars will heal to absolute
My heart no longer blue
For I have scented lesser fruit
Than the magnificence of you.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-01-28 at 15:11
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