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Psalm for My Older Love
Gaze long upon another's charm, her beauty's a fleeting flower,
For many a soul have fallen prey to her sweet seductive power.
As flames ignite from but a spark, so passion may consume,
The wise must run to folly's end, the righteous to their doom.
Why boast, O man, of flesh and bone, of dust and ashes proud?
When sin entwines like ivy's grip, it hides the soul in shroud.
In love's embrace with this woman bound, let wisdom's voice be clear,
Remember well her mortal end and hold your reverence dear.
For when her beating heart finds death as all the living must,
Her beauty for which you lust this night will soon be home to dust.
Now part her velvet curtains as men have done before,
And place your lust within her trust for soon she’ll be no more.
For many a soul have fallen prey to her sweet seductive power.
As flames ignite from but a spark, so passion may consume,
The wise must run to folly's end, the righteous to their doom.
Why boast, O man, of flesh and bone, of dust and ashes proud?
When sin entwines like ivy's grip, it hides the soul in shroud.
In love's embrace with this woman bound, let wisdom's voice be clear,
Remember well her mortal end and hold your reverence dear.
For when her beating heart finds death as all the living must,
Her beauty for which you lust this night will soon be home to dust.
Now part her velvet curtains as men have done before,
And place your lust within her trust for soon she’ll be no more.
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