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SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed --
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.
I ASKED if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
"pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,
""I have been a king,
I have been a slave,
Nor is there anything.
Fool, rascal, knave,
That I have not been,
And yet upon my breast
A myriad heads have lain.'''
That he might Set at rest
A boy's turbulent days
Mohini Chatterjee
Spoke these, or words like these,
I add in commentary,
"Old lovers yet may have
All that time denied --
Grave is heaped on grave
That they be satisfied --
Over the blackened earth
The old troops parade,
Birth is heaped on Birth
That such cannonade
May thunder time away,
Birth-hour and death-hour meet,
Or, as great sages say,
Men dance on deathless feet.' 0084
There's more that meets the eyes
And this will never change
It's too complicated to explain why
The answer will never be the same
Just remember to hold us when we cry
And beware those moments we act insane
Sometimes a firm, warm place to land
Is the only thing to soothe our weary brain
Were difficult at best, impossible at worst
But true love is always on our mind first
Some women want the finer things in life
Some just want children and to be a good wife
Others need to be held and reassured constantly
Some just want to trust and receive honesty
No matter the woman, you'll never understand us all
But keep in mind... There's no greater feeling than the fall
She brought me such pleasure
Sole mate of my soul
Her touch I so treasure
Her pain I so loathe

True love of my journey
How long has it been
Time cannot measure
As pleasures transcends

I’ll break down the walls
To be where you roam
I can’t wait to taste
The seeds we have sown

As I wait watching
The stars for a sign
My grip it grows tighter
Across space and through time

Her voice soothingly echoes
Lucid charm of my dream
Her body lies temptingly
Wide open for me

Prohibited by conscience
Still the gods they do dare
Shrouded in mystery
Shadow lovers beware
...
Traveler Tim
re-to-02-17
I have walked all them roads you said me I shouldn't,

I have felt all them things you said I shouldn't.


I have talked all them things you told me I shouldn't do,

To talk about.

I have felt all themthings you told me I shouldn't think,

To write about.


Now, in these woods.

Where the paths lead me to everywhere.

Astounded and blissful.

I rest to stand, till you join me again, my Love.
I will trip on your silhouettes, connect those stubbled mustache to the speckled far-away beard and draw you with my awaited seconds, hours, weeks, months, life, dreams and eternity.
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