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Sara
Ah, you,
my first real love
the source of a recurrent sense
of loss, of joy,
and knowledge of how fire
could blaze inside my heart
along my limbs,
the object of my prayers!
Oh how the look of you
could make me inarticulate
tongue-tied
and in despair that I
was so unable when
within the aftermath
of kissing you
to then compose for
you some ardent, song-filled poetry.
Ah you, so fixed
and so abundant here
within my memory..
my first real love
the source of a recurrent sense
of loss, of joy,
and knowledge of how fire
could blaze inside my heart
along my limbs,
the object of my prayers!
Oh how the look of you
could make me inarticulate
tongue-tied
and in despair that I
was so unable when
within the aftermath
of kissing you
to then compose for
you some ardent, song-filled poetry.
Ah you, so fixed
and so abundant here
within my memory..
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