I could let it be if not for this: That ruing love's rebuff I slipped the shower's haze, Dressed and pushed the door to see you lift Your head and yield a smile of tender praise. I could live in peace but that I know The sudden chill of loss that saw you turn Away to sleep was thawed when I awoke To find that on my cheek a breath did burn. What monstrous charlatan, what traitor would Slide back my dungeon's door to hear the clink It makes when locked again? - What earthly good Could come of dragging me to losses' brink Then pulling back? - What author mean Should fail to dialogue our final scene?
~CRH 2012
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