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M-delicious shade

  falling prey

  to sunlight's sweet

  morning entrancement

  this rose of flesh

  knows no true calm

R-oh could I but touch her skin

  but a whisper to my mouth

  the jagged edge of love

  has cut my heart to the quick

M-misery make off with the thorns of

  this battered rose

  bring life to her trembling petals

  prideless chin

  where is he?

  why has he abandoned me for some medium

  of whim

R-like a spider's web

  on a cold winter's night

  turning icy cold

  a frozen ghost of love lost

  can the ember of once so great a flame be

  reborn

M-hear me plead reprieve

  wash from mine eyes

  these tears that bead

  whetherest thou be in earnest or jest

  with thou know

  ye taketh mine very best

  a love

  given joyously unharnessed

  without request

  such lines in my bitter mind refuse to rest

R-in spite of the tempest

  that blew across this baron heart

  I give, give

  again, again

  now filled with this

  beautiful sadness

  with this rose whither

  and thorns be no more

  for one can not have the beauty

  without the crimson flow

M-lust puts her make up on

  and so carefully in place

  and dares to call such haunted face

  love

  tears go the way of the more traveled heartache

  sick am I of such remorse

  so my next ship out

  shall indeed have

  a plot

  a key

  a compass

  a course...............

(April 11, 2000 145am)

  
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(FROM JOURNAL #23)