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Night's Illusion

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The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My suffering is not for sale!
Why is your sense of courtly love
to torture me beyond the pale?

My protest, neutered, by your pride
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My tongue, the stallion that you ride
To mock the semblance of true love!

In life, your gentle heart behooves
But in my dreams, you dominate
The night’s illusion, pain thereof;
My flesh is roasting on your grate.

My masculinity, subdued,
In dreamscape proffered, just because
Your warmth of love, compares not to
The night’s illusion, pain thereof!


Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
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