I'VE DREAMT OF A WOMAN,
LOVELY, DARK AND MYSTICAL.
AND JUST WHEN I'VE FOUND HER,
YOU ARE OUT OF REACH.

FOR YOU TO BINDE ME
AND FOR YOU TO BLIND ME WITH LOVE,
IT CAN'T BE REAL,
AS BLOOD FROM A PEACH.

LONGING TO HOLD YOU,
BECOMES WEEPING FOR LOSS.
I'VE BOUND MYSELF,
TO SOMETHING GREATER THAN OURSELVES.

BUT HOPE LIVES,
DEEP IN THESE SADDENED WALLS.
AND MY HEART KEPT IN A BOX,
IN THE DARK, UPON MY CRUMBLED SHELVES.

Thank you to for submitting this beautiful poem!



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