Apr 2015
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Come not into my soul,
You are not whom I love!
For even out of that
My heart will surely perish.
When my soul is bursting
As a fiery bolt ablaze,
My heart in fevered embrace!
Through my furious bleeding;
Come not near unto my soul,
You are not whom I love!
Do not you touch my soul,
You are not whom I love!
Worn is the the heart with want
Where my bursting bruised it.
Breathe-in not that blue fire,
Do not lean you upon my soul;
You are not whom i love -
Who now with my languor rests,
Lest from out of my bleeding
My fevered heart perish.
____✒
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Come not into my soul,
You are not whom I love!
For even out of that
My heart will surely perish.
When my soul is bursting
As a fiery bolt ablaze,
My heart in fevered embrace!
Through my furious bleeding;
Come not near unto my soul,
You are not whom I love!
Do not you touch my soul,
You are not whom I love!
Worn is the the heart with want
Where my bursting bruised it.
Breathe-in not that blue fire,
Do not lean you upon my soul;
You are not whom i love -
Who now with my languor rests,
Lest from out of my bleeding
My fevered heart perish.
____✒
●○
